Swiftcurrent Creek I sew myself shut

She could vividly imagine the feeling he described. “Yuck,” her face skewed, “I know exactly what you mean.”

His body responded with cracks and groans as he stood, and she frowned as she watched. “That’s oddly specific,” she mused at his explanation before turning her attention to her supplies, hoping she’d brought the right things.

“I have some water here,” she said, motioning to the sponge. “And then some celandine for pain, and daisy leaves for aching joints” She looked at the last pile. “Oh, yeah—and some more mint to replenish what you have.”

”Are you able to eat anything? It’d be easier to take these with something on your stomach.”