Redsand Canyon Under Your Scars

As the witchdoctor examined her, Nyra winced and stifled a whimper of pain every time she touched a wound or an area of her body. 

As the mixture was offered, Nyra looked down for a moment, preparing for the biter taste of plants before she muttered a quiet "Thank you..." before ingesting the mixture and the mint. 
Her face scrunched a little as she forced the medicine down her throat, and she looked at Dove with a grateful, soft smile 
"I would like to keep my vision and everything else, if it can be helped. I trust you'll do your best...I don't know if we've formally met, but, my name is Nyra." The giantess offered once everything was swallowed. As she waited for her packmate's response, she assumed the witchdoctor would almost definitely take her to a different location for more treatment. All of which she wouldn't protest against.