The battle is over, the tribe still alive, most still able to enjoy the warm caress of the midday sun and the cold bite of the morning frost. Yet, you didn't come out of the encounter wholly unscathed. Several of the tribe carry nasty wounds, none more so than one of the young fighters you are most fond of. Deep in slumber, blood oozes from a deep gash to her neck. Such wounds usually end in death, but one of the elder's followers thinks he can heal her by applying a poultice of tree bark and plant leaf. What do you say?
These concoctions can be powerful forces. It is her best hope.
We will pray to the spirits, implore them to give her the strength to survive.