Firefly Glen Ma Zasush Dasse; Its just a flesh wound

moss. mud. praimfaya isn't sure what either of those things will do for her wound, but she is no medic. even so, the stranger doesn't give the impression that she is uncertain those are things that she needs. regardless, while praimfaya thinks she can help with the collection of moss — for surely that is plentiful and easy enough to carry — she isn't sure how she's meant to transport mud. sha, and then she offers a common equivalent: sure.

pool, the woman tells her then as praimfaya's frostbound silver gaze studies the earthen floor of the glen for moss. though it strikes praimfaya as a strange name ( though she's hardly one to judge ) she is left with the assumption that it is, in fact, the woman's name. praimfaya. she offers in return, simply. absent all of her titles. there felt no need for them here in this situation. i can help with the moss but i'm not sure how to collect mud, she admits. can you walk? if it was a small wound, as she claimed, then surely it shouldn't present too much of an issue.