Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

vague timeline

“I am here to help your chieftain.”
Ayovi’s voice is firmer than she feels. There is a great strain in the saatsine and none who walk the camp are without it. She stands just beyond the place where Sun Eater rests. An injured woman— the wife of Blackfell, had fled and so there was one who remained wounded: Saatsine’s own chief.
It is hard to remain impartial, but medicine has never been about taking sides.
The huntress adjusts the pack of herbs and roots she’d reclaimed and reordered from the snow and softens the rain’s pelt in her eyes.