Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

Eti looked at her a maelstrom of emotions in his gaze and sharp knowledge. He knew what he was doing or was at the very least confident he could keep him alive. But a lot of the hard work was for Anselm himself.

I don't be knowin' i can only 'eal so muc'. De rest be up to 'im.

Etienne jogged towards a nearby hive of honey bees and with a stick knocked it. It would be sticky and yucky but honey was a heck of an antiseptic.

He pulled the moss and pressed the reeds together against the wounds slathering honey and cobwebs to it. A furrow in his brow.

'oney will keep it from infection. A sticky mess, but will 'elp.