Moonspear try the ointment

Swearing loyalty was easy – living up to the promise was hard work, and Disa found hard work to be exceedingly tedious.

The assignment would take her away. It was hard not to take offense. Verapaz was still a stranger to every sense, and she had not walked its open air halls long enough to leave anything tangible behind – an anchor to draw her back when the job was done. Many others had. The stones were steeped in it. Blood, birth, death, and sorrow. Disa breathed it in, and headed north.

The path to Moonspear was green, flat, and dull. Disa made it all the way to Bramblepoint at an easy run, stopped to rest, and went right instead of left when she caught @Leto's sweet and sour scent winding its way up to the caldera.

The morning was fresh and new when Disa reached the outermost markers of Moonspear territory. She cursed herself for giving @Soto a curt nod and a long look at her back side instead of follow-up questions, but it had hurt her to be dismissed. She would have to figure out the diplomatic landscape as it unfolded.

She tried to recall her findings from the quick and rough inspection she had done of @Delos. Pink, weak, a little crispy. Poor kid ought to walk into a cave and stay there. Disa was imagining (mostly kind) ways to end his suffering when a native appeared before her as if summoned by her ugly thoughts.

disa out here looking for a medic or similar