Golden Glade Blood

The man declined to give his name, although he did seem rather apologetic as he gave his his explanation. Lane shared a meaningful glace with Antha. The intuitive enchantress had been correct-- this man and his family were certainly less than trustworthy, given that they felt the need to conceal their identities. Lane did allow that there were probably some good people out there who were forced into hiding by unfortunate circumstances, but in general she believed that people who lived their lives honestly and with good intent should have no reason to hide. 

Antha jumped in without hesitation, although something about her bearing told Lane that she was still uncomfortable with the situation. It meant a lot to Lane, that Antha was willing to trust her. In time, they were able to staunch the bleeding well enough that they could take a moment to mix the poultice. 

"Well.. if your family ever decides to step into the light, you could have friends here at Atautsikut. Life is a good deal less dangerous, with friends at your side." She smiled knowingly at Antha. She then bent to take the horsetail and dandelion leaves into her mouth, preparing the poultice for the wound she had been doctoring.