Sunspire Mountains dead woman walking

He'd called her tough before, and her ability to grin and bear it only proved that to him. He wondered what had caused the wound, what she'd been through; it wasn't like he'd ask her outright for the information. He presumed she'd killed whatever had gored her like this — yeah, that fit with the mental version of her so far.

Don't thank me yet. He countered — and then began to slather her wound with mud. It was very cold and very wet, and probably wasn't the most hygenic thing in the universe. His plan was to hold the mud in place until it solidified and would keep the plant-mush there; that's medicine, right? That's how that worked?

When he'd finished with this last round of grab-ass (literally), he stood back to regard his work and was pleased enough with it. Okay. There, all done.