"I know, I saw them. I was thinking about picking some up as I ran through, but you were going to fast. That's when I hit my head."
When Tacit looked at her strangely, she sighed. "My father may not have taught me how to fight, but I've learned how to heal. I'm more skilled with real supplies, but my mother studied herbs. I found a few arcane remedies and things in some of her journals when she...when she died." she looked up at him, her mind snapping back to the present. "Look at him, Tacit. How much blood do you think he's lost already? A few poltices might be alright for a few minutes, but he can't travel very far. Not hurt the way he is."