Totoka River princess,

Stryx sank back to her haunches while she waited, watching as Sugar did as instructed. She had a tenacity to her, thought the physician - a good quality for a healer. Stryx could not idle for long before she got back to her paws, sorting and resorting the herbs and things, plotting out what to do with them and at what time.

As the other woman began to speak, Stryx turned a distracted ear towards the voice. She'd missed the ramblings of the patient but thankfully Sugar had caught it, and even appeared to know the individual, and explained they had been hunting for her. Curious.

Well, you found her... Stryx murmurs offhandedly, clearly distracted by her task. When the plants were sorted for a final time she stopped and sank back again, sitting, looking around. A bleeding forest... parroted the woman, wondering what that had meant. The only blood she saw came from the wounded patient and trailed behind her, towards the west, for the most part. Stryx remembered visiting a forest there to bury Raleska's lost children - a memory that made her frown.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and began to recite something under her breath; most of which was too quiet to be heard, but the occasional bit of Latin could be caught:

Magister medicus, me supplicanti parce...
in requiem tuam industria sanitatem...
mihi patientes estote..
ad fortitudinem.

It almost sounded like a prayer. Once concluded, Stryx dipped towards one of the smaller piles of medical supplies and grasped a tiny bouquet, most of which was too withered to be useful, and after choosing a direction, tossed them in to the wind which scattered them.