Swiftcurrent Creek unbeknownst

Her eyes surveyed the woman, up down, up down, until at last they settled upon the girls face. Clarice imagined that she could easily overtake the woman now, but the emptiness in her mind disabled her from that. She could not think without these thoughts, for a lot of the time, they were what caused action, reaction.
xxxxxxIs there anything on them...? she asked soberly, her voice level (strange, for she often sounded deranged, but here she sounded reasonable. She meant herbs that would prevent infection and speed up healing. She could not tell from her distance if they had scabbed over or not, and for the minute she respected the sanctity of personal space. Of course, there was no telling how long this phase of inaction, of quietude would last; she was volatile, unpredictable. The peace in her mind was not truly peace; soon she would wish to hear her Loa again.