Wild Berry Meadow Bursting with Joy... Juice

He motioned to the dried herbs and poultice on his bruised body, unable to keep the corner of his lips from twisting up in a small smirk. “Dang indeed,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders back and trying to stretch some of the soreness from them—it didn’t work.

“I’m good for now. Someone else tried to patch up what they could… Sorry ‘bout the smell.”

Then, because he looked to try to nourish his body as best he could, the shadowrunner swept a few berries to his mouth with his tongue, his brows creasing as the juice burst into his mouth. Swallowing with a light grimace, he huffed. “You like this stuff? Or am I eating the wrong ones?”