Fate - First Reply A Corpse In the Blight

[Siraj]

Siraj looked around, a frown touching his lips.

This place had changed, it had been practically abandoned and some of the planets had died. He could see that nothing had cared for them, tried to maintain them. Two years without his tribe and another one of their refuge was gone.

Lips thinned, but he did not comment out loud. "Thank you."

Siraj said as she brought him some water, his head spinning slightly as he looked around.

"If i tell you what to do, can you make the salve?" He was afraid he didn't have the energy.

 

[Fraeya]

She nodded, sniffing at the water before taking a sip herself. Leaving the half-full bucket of water outside the well, she looked to Siraj and nodded. Fingers flexed at her sides, head swiveling one last time around them.

"Just tell me what to do."

 

[Siraj]

"Collect some of the plant." He told her, motioning towards some of that odd thistle like brush. "Careful of the thorns."

They could cut deep if the plant was gripped wrong, especially if one didn't want where they put their hands on the damned thing. That was a lessons Siraj had learned early, and why he did not want to do this himself now.

He was so weak it felt like an impossibility to break off even a bit of the Thistle. "Then soak it in water, use a rock to press it."

His head sagged a bit as he leaned.

"It should form a paste." One that could be put onto his wounds.