Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

a shake given of mauled head. "not him. sister and brother bring me message." a breath. another. he felt he would remember always the poignantly specific scent of the herb which ayovi now pressed into his wound.

he grunted at the rip of his own flesh, but he had woven when the healer had done it, and only recovered to laugh in soft sardony. "maybe. i try, ayovi." bandages, poultices; battle-teeth came and deemed it less worthwhile.

darukaal. "you have thank of saatsine chieftain." a bribe could be a worthy thing, but in this context it only reflected the underhanded nature of what had gone on behind his back. even now he did not know all the details.

"they say — my wife say, this my fault." single eye cut to the alabaster cheekbone, pulled away again as pain settled into his marrow.