Verdigris Ravine Ghost

S'ari heard the weak, halting call for help and came running, spraying sand all around her and she skidded to a stop before a bleeding Candle. Shit, she said, a rare curse from her maw--generally, she found more entertaining ways to get her words across than cussing, but sometimes cussing was the only way. She knew some amount of healing but not enough for this. And in her panic, she forgot to call for her sister, or anyone else who might have more skill than she did.

Candle, she said, the words coming quickly, though she didn't know if the girl could even hear her. It will--be all right. S'ari will... She didn't know what she would do. She needed something to staunch the bleeding. Thick cobwebs might help, but there were no spiders out here who would leave enough webbing for that. Moss!--did not grow out here in the desert the way it did in great forests. Desperately, she tore away from the girl and went in search of some kind of plant life with large leaves to press to the wounds.