Redtail Rise LXX

wren felt almost as helpless as the girl who laid in front of her.
she was young, the poor thing, so bright-eyed and yet frail. another woman appears, wordlessly communicating something to the man, and they both seemed to back away to let her work. but what work was she supposed to do?
she awkwardly shuffles closer to the girl, nosing the bundle of herbs close to her mouth. um, hi, she whispers; i'm here to try and help you, if you can-- um. understand me.
somehow, sawing off her own wife's leg seemed so much easier than this, looking back on it.