Greatwater Lake Basic components of life

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And that very snarl was answered with a quiet, golemish quip of  “Get to ze shores,” before—
that wisping wheeze was what made the stricken overlook her foraging for moss and leap upon a clutch of bogged oregano instead; there was naught a shred of tell-tale poppyglint to be found, nor burdock root along the lakeshore to be scrounged. And so it was that the sibyl toted back to the ailing Sarah  (who had made for drier land, she hopes)  yarrow, ginger, slippery elm, and only when she hovered close once more did she speak: 

"Breathe, deeply,”
tucking the tattered greens of oregano beneath the ashen snout, praying that the strider’s lungs would fill with air and easement once more. In the meantime, the druid began to tuck into her tenant with moss, pressing over darkened-and-raw flesh; cleaning the less wily sediment of infection out where she could.

And, if anything, grasping at what wens of memory did not elude her; to at least distract the other from discomfort—
“You are quite some way from your Hollow.”