Greatwater Lake Basic components of life

A riddled brow quirked; 
"I intend to stop ze bleeding by applying yarrow to your wounds. I intend to lie a poultice of garlic and elm over-top of them. I intend, Sarah,"  she continued,  "to tend to your hurts. Ze oregano is meant to clear your throat, your lungs; allow you to breathe,"  for only now did the stricken recall the strider's name, in the glade with its foxes when she had been seeking a lost brother.  "However, if you would prefer me to not administer it, then I will not breach your ... ah, limits."  She wasn't sure if that was the right word. Still—

—she waited. Willing a patience into marrow that wished to overwhelm her very bones; have her surge into action to bring about some sort of soothing to her current tenant.