Stone Circle I am the smoke that rises from the ash

The witch nudged gently the shoulder of her companion as the approach of a figure became obvious, the willowy woman watching carefully the face of the girl before them. She was youthful, speckled, scarred. An interesting combination, but the witch said nothing. The girl did not approach, obviously wary, she held back. Still, it was better than nothing. "we mean no harm," She called, making no move to broach the space between them. 

 "this girl's companions were hurt. I can not help them without herbs. can you help us?" She questioned, simply, calmness persevering still even though it seemed the last few events had been a whirlwind.