Sawtooth Spire maunon

heda was exhausted. between climbing the mountain three times, once there, once down, and once back, in addition to caracal's traumatic injury and discovering mahler was an asshole but being forced to rely on him, the girl was exhausted. all she wanted to do was lie down for a while.
she'd washed the tears from her face in the cold river downstream and now she looked for @Caracal. "good news, i found a healer and he's on the way," she said with a cheeriness that to her credit was only a little forced. "he said to clean the wound, is that okay?"