Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

Bridget assisted where she could but she was grateful for Teya's help. She was still sore from the previous day of extensive travel and hadn't quite had time to recover yet. It was doubtful now that she would get it, but she was determined to still try and balance both this new patient and her search. It was impossible for her to leave it alone until she'd exhausted the options and knew, for sure, Reyes was in a place that could not be found.

Later. Now she led them to the den and settled him in, giving him something mild (if he needed it) to assist sleep while she worked. She would cleanse the deeper parts, opening where the wound had closed over uncleanses places, and cover the space with a mixture meant to ward off infection and ease pain. His chances were good if she had done her job well and if the illness wasn't too deep to be drawn out.

If Teya chose to stay, she'd welcome the company, and direct her to help in holding and mixing. It was quiet, rewarding work.