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There wasn't a lot Sobo could do on short notice. It would need to be Erzulie to cure the wounds; he was still not experienced enough. But Sobo knew enough to help immediately. When three urgent howls rang out over Sapphique, he scrambled to gather what he could carry.

Two bundles of moss, one soaked in sea water, one dry. And several strips of kelp, similarly soaked. Sobo had no herbs of his own to bring and did not trust himself with Erzulie's stores, so he did not search for yarrow or anything else that might stem the bleeding. He simply ran as far as he was able with what he had.

Sobo had a surgeon's mind: the faces of his siblings fell away the moment he reached them and began to assess Coraline's wounds. Take dat, he said, tossing the dry bundle in Loko's direction. Hold it against de leg. Dis, he said, brandishing the kelp for Chacal, for de flank. Then he took the largest bundle, the soaked moss, and pressed it gingerly to the small of his sister's back.

He knew it would hurt, and winced sympathetically. But the sea water would help to clean it and the moss would help to slow the bleeding until Erzulie could arrive with something more suitable.