Blackwater Islands Wish that you could feel the water come pouring in

she’d spent the majority of the early morning hours gathering whatever remedies she could find. the stash she’d collected was not abundant.

it is enough. she decided as she carried the supplies in her jaw. strips of bark and spider’s webs woven tightly around a stick. it was enough to keep the newest girl’s wound from becoming infected once more.

she was surprised to find her out and about.

good morning. morgana nodded briefly.