Haunted Wood In Need of A Savior

She cleaned things as thoroughly as she could, given the circumstances, and then set about applying the plants in a sort of paste. The leaves staying would help to keep things out, but Bridget knew the important part was the juice that would settle into the wound. It would fight any infection that might try to linger.

Oregano. It's the best that I could find nearby, but it should do the trick. Just don't shove your face anywhere you might regret. She gave him a look that would playfully imply she knew the warning was necessary.

I don't use poppy, or plants like it, when I can help it. And I always ask. If you find a medic who doesn't, I'd check your options, if you can. That isn't shit to play with. Maybe he knew that, maybe he didn't, but Bridget never missed an opportunity to share advice. Of course that brought to mind Harka. By the time she'd met him he'd been beyond helping. There were rare occasions when poppy could be a mercy.