Spotted Eagle Mountain Bleed me dry

Void stood still as the healer healed him. It burned at first as he cleaned and packed the wound, but then the pained eased and he felt a lot better. He watched the man, interested, in how he made a mixture. Void had never taken the time to look at or even think about herbs. He had never had to, since most of his battles were victories, and those he lost never wounded him bad enough to need more than rest and cobwebs or moss.