Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Ibis was right - Sarah did feel a little better. Not because her physical state had miraculously improved, she was still sorry-looking, half-rotting, battered bag of bones, but one that had not quite given up on life yet. The difference between now and before this meeting had taken place, was that the beaten warrior had found a cause to dedicate herself with. And that was just as a good remedy as anything else.

Speaking of herbs, well, Ibis's aunt was not very keen on taking any medicine. She believed firmly in the body's natural ability to heal sooner or later and did not hold any self-proclaimed healers in high regard for a very simple reason - how did they know that the plants they were offering were not poisonous? By trying, of course, and as long as she lived, she did not want to be anyone's experimental bunny.

However, for Ibis's sake Sarah pondered about bending the rule. Just to make her happy and, if the stuff smelled too funny or rang warning bells in her head, well... she could always stuff the stuff behind her cheek and get rid of it later. "What do you have to offer?" she asked, looking around the marshy wasteland and having no idea, what could the girl offer her besides moss, reed and blackened stalks.