Ankyra Sound but now I fear I will never peer

she did not believe illidan, but would not shame him in the face of their defeat. chewing damp kelp into a poultice, she began to smear it across his wounds, with a gentle deftness that bespoke her years of healing. the saltwater plant would draw poison into itself, she hoped.
long pieces of whole kelp were wrapped as tightly as she could manage around the worst of his wounds. when the leaves dried, they would tighten, holding the poultice across the lacerated flesh.
when at last she had finished, erzulie rocked back upon her torn haunch and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the sea for a long moment.