Hoshor Plains And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone

Speedy placed her sparse bundle of herbs on the ground as she came closer to the pair. Her eyes were first drawn to Winterbourne's legs, the patches of red, bald, scabby skin causing concern to twist her expression. Her gaze lingered there only briefly, though, as the Count's condition quickly took precedence. She would make sure to speak with Winterbourne about his wounds later, after she had tended to Evergreen. She smiled warmly at the leader's companion and then moved to stand over the Count. Hey, Evergreen. How do you feel? the healer started gently. Do you feel nauseous or dizzy? Are you able to stand and walk around? Have you been able to eat anything? She listed off the most important questions first, needing to assess the extent of his condition before knowing how to treat him. She could probably manage most of his symptoms with the herbs she still had left, but a lot of his healing would just require time. She tried not to worry about the fact that both leaders would be incapacitated by their injuries for a while, instead looking over the Count's face with concern as she waited for him to answer her questions.