Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

Lane nodded. She was relieved to hear that the temperature monitoring thing and all that came with it would be unnecessary.

She nodded again. She was familiar with comfrey, although she rarely used it to treat surface wounds for the exact reason that Vein described. It could be tricky to get the timing right. Vein seemed like he knew what he was doing, though.

"Okay," she agreed to his plan, watching as he deftly applied the fist poultice. "If you leave the supplies, I could do those things on my own. I don't want to hold you up any longer." It was likely that Vein would want to stay and see the treatment though himself; that was often a pride thing among medics. But she thought she would offer him the out, if he was pressed for time.

"I stepped on a wooden splinter-- or more like a shard, I guess. Over in that burned-down forest." Lane nodded toward the Heartwood. "The shard was in pretty deep, and some guy helped me pull it out... he said he was a medic, but I dunno about that.." Holland had been on the opposite of the spectrum from Vein: he travelled with no supplies, at least from what Lane could tell. And especially compared to Vein's near-overattentiveness, Holland's attitude toward her wound and its treatment had been downright apathetic.