Duskfire Glacier down by riverside resting

To her credit, Gjalla was a model patient. Satori heard no peep from her, nothing to give away her discomfort bar the subtle twinge of muscle beneath her steady paws. She could only imagine that, compared to what the woman had already gone through, the bite of healing herbs was but a pup's nibble.

"Most likely," the druid confirmed, reaching for the bundle of fragrant sage leaves. Much like the blossoms, Satori ground the herbs to a pulp and administered the salve. "I can accelerate the healing, but a wound this deep will leave it's mark." From what she could see of Gjalla's expression, the notion bothered her.

She decided to press, gently, lip quirked. "I'm sure he looked worse."