Lost Creek Hollow And the roof is caving

She nodded, pushing up.
Skinny hips and weak legs shook but she stayed up, letting herself become adjusted. 
A pack that didn't have a medic was a bad one. But she needed it and she knew enough to stop herself dying and surely others knew too.

"Chervile Root and moss. Look for a tall, thin plant with many branches of white flowers on top. Dig up the thing underneath." She knew it would help in case she did have an infection, but what the herbalist woman told her would help. 

She took the first few steps, glancing to the woman.
"Name's Flicker." A formality they'd skipped.