Long Lost Leaves

[feawen]

A dull thud reached Nami's sharp ears in the still of the forest. Unnerved by the watchful feeling Nami following the sound, bow ready. A splash of gray colour in the green, brown forest caught her eye. Looking a little closer she recognised the unconscience form.

Nami sighed and pulled a disappointed face as she walked up to the unconscience Quickleaf. Noticing the herbs that lay near Nami guessed at his intension for coming out here. Knowing he never went anywhere with out his water flask, Nami took it and the herbs that lay nearby, found a flatish stone and begain making a paste out of the herbs and water with praticed hands. Nami was not much as a closer fighter, although skilled with a bow Nami had found that bow work was only really useful when the fight was a distance off. So she had learned a few healing things, how to bandage, small bits of herb lore.

Turning back to Quickleaf asleep by the tree, she knelt next to him, turning her attension on his wounds, sure she was mad but that did not mean she could leave him there. Wake him up, make him better, then shout at him!
Nami looked at the wound, it needed cleaning but at least it had stopped blooding, the body had started the healing process. Anything Nami did would just help it along. At first she reached for her own cloak for a rag to clean the wound with, then she thought better of it.
"Its his mess." she muttered as she ripped a strip off Quickleafs cloak and wet it. Cleaning the wound of dry blood and debis before applying the paste.