Birdie watched as the forest-hued woman worked on the white-haired bearded man, who still seemed to be somewhat disoriented; but recovering.
Birdie herself was starting to feel better, and with her own recovery a sneaking sense of shame was starting to grow in her mind. These people had tried to help her. Even in the midst of their own danger had taken the time to minister to a stranger who had appeared out of nowhere, and could have possibly even injured one of their own.
Birdie looked at the remnants of the feverfew in her hand. It was so hard to trust anyone anymore in this empty, dangerous world! But it was so good to hear the sound of voices again, and to look on faces again that might be friendly.
Sighing, she stuck her skinning knife back into her boot, got up and approached the woman.
"Hullo. Can I help you with anything?"
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