( When at last she is able to make it to the apothecary, Herian's body is still battered and bruised. Though she had survived with her life and her body intact, it had taken a sound beating at the hands of the woman she had fought with. It was an honourable fight, and yet could not be enough to leave her still. The cost of pain could not be the neglect of duties.
Wandering through the apothecary is something of a relief. Alien though parts of it are, there is much that is familiar. Similar scents to her mother's work in herbalism, strange salves and oils, plants that she recognised but could not recall the purpose of.
She stands in black and grey robes, without her armour, but still bearing herself as a knight must despite the pain, sword at her side as she carefully selects a vial, brow furrowed. This... would be the moment she has no idea what she's trying to find, and she sets it down with a faintly perplexed sigh, looking to see if she might lay eyes upon one more equipped to assist her. )
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Wandering through the apothecary is something of a relief. Alien though parts of it are, there is much that is familiar. Similar scents to her mother's work in herbalism, strange salves and oils, plants that she recognised but could not recall the purpose of.
She stands in black and grey robes, without her armour, but still bearing herself as a knight must despite the pain, sword at her side as she carefully selects a vial, brow furrowed. This... would be the moment she has no idea what she's trying to find, and she sets it down with a faintly perplexed sigh, looking to see if she might lay eyes upon one more equipped to assist her. )