Indeed, the two gashes on Darius' arms had festered. Lara clenched her fists. That damned healer. When she left, Darius' wounds had been looking good.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. There was no time for anger.
"Abel, go get some moringa leaves. Add just a little water and pound them to extract the juice," she instructed.
Abel nodded and hurried out.
"Give me boiled water, a spoon, a mug, and some vinegar," she said next.
Cyrus dashed out of the room, returning moments later with everything she'd asked for.
Barett carried in the basin. Though Lara did not ask for it, he knew it would become handy.
Soon after, Abel returned carrying their only two porcelain bowls—one filled with dark green liquid, the other holding pounded leaves turned into a thick salve.
