Lost Creek Hollow and as I set to face it, I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I run?

The young man was a troubled kid, she had known that the first time he had seemingly rose from the depths of his fever to shriek in her face about demons and spiders. Looking at him now, she knew this was beyond her expertise. Whatever the boy was going through, it was deeper than the skin, muscles, and bones she knew.

Perhaps Kestrelcloud could assist.

He’s right. A pause, before she would open her mouth again.

And I have someone else who you should see, perhaps. Given you stay. Concern radiated from her chest as she watched the boy, and then the dark man in front of her. Shadows of each other in ways she did not know how to correct.

Doedapple could knit skin over wounds, could set broken legs, could help birth babes, but the mind was its own cruel mistress.