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

“Oh, right,” Fox said a little sheepishly. “My foot—er, ankle—hurts a little. And I think I fucked up my rib pretty bad. Hurts to breathe, sometimes, and I can't lay on that side at all.” Nevermind the fact that it hurt to do just about anything. Fox hadn't even been able to groom herself, and she was reduced to sitting around most of the time. She'd certainly picked the worst possible time and place to get herself injured. Fox did hope that she would be healed come springtime, and she shuddered to think that it would take even that long.

“Do these make pain go away?” she asked, knowing nothing of plants or their uses. It was witchcraft to her, and likely always would be. If she wasn't resolved to get back on her feet as soon as possible, she would have refused it like she normally did.