Return the favour
From Create Your Own Story
You extend a hand, “Here, let me return the favour.” Eyes wide and uncertain, the healer takes your hand with her less sticky one.
You haul her to her feet, and she lets you guide her to the Sightmistress’s bed. She lies back, sinking into the dark pelts. You retrieve her salve pouch and squeeze a generous dollop of the herbal-scented cream into your hands. The healer looks up at you expectantly.
Do you:
