Black Morass timor

maybe @Mírwen but truly aw!

with no healer in the strath, germanicus did not go far for his field medicking. the morass offered a rank place replete with mud, but shadows in which botanists might find their necessary leaves.

he discovered comfrey and yarrow here, a sprinkle of geranium. the eagle placed the mixture badly, as he could not reach his nape. he rolled upon it and thought it well enough for now, the scabs protected from breaking and oozing once more.

germanicus would not admit that the physical repercussions of that fight had lasted longer than expected. stiffly he rose, mud and leafery falling from his shoulders as he limped back toward the strath.