Each time Amekaze tried to explain the situation with the creek, more questions arose in Mallaidh's mind. She lingered on them for a few moments, debating whether or not she was going to ask or save them for later and find out. She didn't know how sensitive the subject was and she didn't want to be seen as prying; but as much as a leader should pry a joiner, the opposite should be the same. She settled on silence for now, not exactly getting a negative vibe about the situation.
Deciding to get off the subject, Mallaidh adjusted, shifting most of her weight off the wounded leg. Do you have a collection of plants or herbs or medicines?
she questions with a slight tilt of her head, hoping to get a better feel for what she had to work with and what she had to pick up from.