Otter Creek Save your breath, my brother

It had all begun to happen within a day’s time. She had just come back from the creek when she saw Anselm trying to stand, and then slouching back to the ground. She trotted over, not that there was much she could do without Eti’s instruction, but she stood close. Eti had scolded him with a sharp, yet caring voice, and for good reason.

“Is there anything I can do, Eti?” She questioned, hoping she could be of some help. However, most of the healing was in Anselm’s hands. He could improve, or decrease at his will.