Claudette mumbled to herself as she searched the ground carefully, plucking flowers and herbs that grew in patches near the trees. It was a miracle anything grew out here, but she wasn't going to question it too much. Beggars can't be choosers, after all.

The sound of a strangled yelp, and someone collapsing caught her attention, and she knew what it was she had heard. Someone was injured, and after plucking once more flower and stuffing it in her pouch, she hurried over to the ruined shack, looking around. Sure enough, she spotted the source of the now pained breaths, her face filling with a mix of sadness and empathy.

"Shh, it'll be alright." She whispered softly, quickly heading to their side. A familiar gash was etched into their back, once she had suffered countless times herself. Without another word, Claudette pulled out a prepared mixture of those same flowers and herbs, pouring the mixture onto a bandage.

"This'll sting, I'm sorry." She informed before getting to work.