Haunted Wood I'm writing this letter, wishing you well

What he described was what she had went through in her younger years. They had simply settled into nightmares occasionally. "We all have our demons. The boy is still young, he still has time before it consumes him. but perhaps he should refrain from spars for a while until he can control, seemed the acting out in blind fury was his way of fighting the memories, perhaps he has to let them through to find peace." She looked to his wounds and picked up the chervil root.  "I'll stop the infection with this, I don't know how affective it is but I've seen that the snow helps with swelling. " so she basically said to shove his face in the snow.