Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

A great deal of surprise would have been visible upon her face if it were not shrouded with caution. They did not even trust each other, Ayovi wished to point out. But she feared Saatsine’s retaliation; even the chieftain’s own despite his injuries. She recalls Star Eater’s portrayal of this man and moves with great care, placing her pouch near her feet and dipping her nose, just enough deference to show respect without appearing submissive.
He sits up and her gaze goes immediately to the single blue pierce.
“I am here to heal, Chieftain,” her eyes turn slowly from his face and she takes one step closer to examine the many still-gaping wounds at his throat and shoulders. Some appear half-healed, others now draining thickly. They would all need to be re-opened and packed, a process long and painful.
Ayovi moves briskly for her pack now, gathering and assembling the green clusters, grateful for the normalcy of this task to cut whatever tension she felt when meeting Sun Eater’s face.