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Much to her relief, she found the Constable resting. Speedy worried greatly about her ability to offer the appropriate aid with such a sad supply herbs, but she brought what she could spare: some willow bark and a small amount of dried marigolds. The flowers had grown in large numbers near the river throughout the summer and early fall, so she had collected quite a few, but even that supply was getting low. Preventing infection was most important, so she tried to use the flowers only as needed. Not knowing the extent of Ira's injuries, the healer had brought some of the plant just in case. She dipped her head in greeting as she came to a stop at the Constable's side. She dropped her bundle of herbs and her eyes were immediately drawn to the swollen leg. She winced. Are you able to put any weight on your injured leg? If it was broken, things could get dicey; she didn't have everything she would normally use to treat a broken limb, and her worry increased. She would certainly try her best, though. And how much pain are you in? How do you feel? Nauseous? Tired? the questions came out quickly as her gaze roamed over the leader's various cuts and scrapes. She took a seat and waited, falling silent, ready to think through a plan of action once Ira's answers provided her with more information.