Bearclaw Valley Somehow you strayed and lost your way

Stryx came to mosskeep with a different purpose in mind than the treatment of others. Everyone was healing well; it was a testament to the shared knowledge between mentor and pupil but above that, the tenacity that Arielle imbued as she worked; there was little reason for both physicians to work themselves to the bone lately. No, Stryx came creeping to the keep for her own desires.

The vestiges of her heat lingered along the trail, faint but present. In a few more days the situation would be handled. Stryx had kept away from her patients when it was in its greater strength; scouring the territory for specific herbs that she'd used many times in the past to ease the symptoms, or cancel them altogether.

When she ducked inside of mosskeep she wasn't outright surprised to see Arielle there, but a flash of worry crossed her vision before she could contain it. Good... day, the elder woman muttered, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the light creeping indoors, unsure of the actual time of day.

Various concoctions sat steeping along the walls, or organized upon the floor, which Stryx took notice of a second later. You've been busy.