Swiftcurrent Creek And touched the sound of silence

Reverie was pleased to find the Creek changed for the better since the last time she'd dared to wander. The snow was melting, and though that disappointed her in some ways, it meant the return of plant life. The return of herbs! She was a little overly enthusiastic, and returned with a mouthful of moss and leaves and a couple flowers just because they were pretty.
She set those aside and settled next to Arric, sorting through what she'd brought quietly. After a few moments she glanced up at him. I'm sorry, Arric. Hopefully she won't come back, She said, gathering up some of the moss. I need to stop the bleeding. Is that alright? And assuming the answer was in the positive, she would start to press it gently against the places where the bleeding was the worst.