Redhawk Caldera I'm a healer it's what I do

Blue Willow arrived, and Fox braced herself for insults galore. Instead, all she received was some kind words and a pile of plants. Fox was decidedly against such "witchcraft," but considering she wanted to be up and about as soon as possible, she had already decided that she would do whatever it took to get back on her feet. If that meant downing some plants that may or may not kill her, she would do it. If it meant letting somebody punch her in the gut repeatedly, she would have done that, too.

“Thanks,” Fox replied, glancing at the pile. “How do I… eat it?” she asked. Was she even supposed to eat it? She vaguely remembered Lecter spreading some kind of chewed up plants on her wounds many months before, and it had done a remarkable job of closing up the gouges left by the cougar. Since these weren't surface wounds, Fox wasn't sure that putting anything on them would help.