Qeya River Sing for the hill

she had found herbs, no doubt stashed by the once medic. she had considered them with a long look and found she did not know which ones to use, which ones to avoid. but she had stored them close to where she rested, where she healed.

the mud that sun eater had smeared across her had dried into a protective crust.

but it was the scent of ksura that came in and woke her. it was the most responsive she had managed to be so far. head swinging upright quick enough from her slumber that the world spun for a moment.

she crooned for him and his nearness.