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"yes, a healer. an injured one, but i can train you to be another." her offer was brusque, shadowed by the agony in her haunch. clearing her throat, erzulie let her eyes focus on the neat piles of leaves he had made. "dese ones," she muttered, gesturing with her lacerated muzzle toward a stem of longer-leafed herbs. "chew dem, and smoot' dem upon de woun'." 
"be careful to swallow very little if you can; it will not hurt you, but numb your throat for a short time," she offered in warning, before falling silent in anticipation of the agony that was to follow.