Fox's Glade moving then without a sound

Ah, it was not merely shame that had the woman blubbering, but guilt. Her friends had been injured protecting her, and now they were dying (or so she thought). Still, this realization paled in comparison to the one that had her realize that the wounds must be serious, and her little stem of marigold would do little. A moment of silence passed before she looked at the girl. "there are no herbs in the snow. without them, I can not help your friends." She admitted, though perhaps transparency would only worsen her state. "there is a pack nearby. perhaps they have what I need. If you come with me; we ought to be able to work out a deal."  Glancing at the girl, waiting for her agreement (though really, what choice did she have?) the witch wondered how best to secure the herbs she needed, not thinking twice about whether or not to help the girl; for surely the answer was always yes.