Redsand Canyon Before she gets there

A late night had led to an even later morning, but ultimately they both had to get back to work. She had made her rushed way to the medicine den, eyes widening slightly to find the Matrona’s presence on her walk of shame that lacked the shameful aspect. “Lady Ruenna, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please, come inside.” She hurried hastily in, knowing that the tincture was meant to be taken daily, along with pain remedies for carrying a bulk of a man such as Germanicus on her back for the deed. She was still moving with a slight limp of her own, residual effects from the spar the day before, and a hint of relief to know she would not be alone, at least for the moment.
 
Even if she reeked suspiciously of Kallik and it brought questions, demands, or even yelling from the Matrona… all of it felt better than being alone and subsequently vulnerable for the time being. “You are getting close.” She observed once more, noticing the subtle shifts in scent that she had been trained to notice, an attentive eye to the lady of the pack. “Do you anticipate it being today? Or tomorrow?” An added concoction could do her some good, along with a heavier pain supplement.