Redsand Canyon With legs littered with scars cut from these olive branches

Up to you if you want to respond with him looking at the plant or just say it happened and archive

Aquene trusted him to figure out how to keep track of the wound, be it through his own reflection in water or something else. Either way, she could not monitor it if he was not within her reach, which he would not be. She hummed softly, a simple nod of her head at his thank you. It was not necessary, nor truly wanted… she was just doing her job. “Yarrow, the plant I used for infection, has a very distinctive stem. If you start to notice symptoms of infection, you might be able to find it. You just want to grind it and apply to the wound. It could save your life.” She recalled, knowing that spotting infection would do him no good if he did not know how to treat it.
 
Despite how she currently despised the man and his behavioral problems, she would not wish to see him dead. She plucked a stem from her stores, setting it down in front of him for him to look at before he was dismissed. She watched him leave.