11-26-2008, 08:41 PM
"Oh... Oh... Thank you so very much!" Erdaime bowed to her rescuer. "Yes, I'm a herbalist." She smiled sweetly. "I hope the apples aren't too bruised... Oh, um..." She began searching her clothes for something, producing a tiny ointment jar from amid the mass of folds several moments later. "Here, I made this ointment from matricaria, arnica and witch hazel. It should help with any bruising I might have caused." She removed the cover and dabbed some of the yellowish ointment on Isis' forehead and her own. "I always carry this around because I'm a bit of a klutz, you see," she continued with a nervous chuckle. "You must get muscle pains, headaches, dizziness or nausea quite a lot if you're carrying that oil mixture around with you at all times." A hand flew to her mouth in alarm. "Ah, oh my! I apologize. I'm babbling again. It's none of my business. I'm sorry... Here." She replaced the cover on the ointment jar and held it out to Isis. "Please take this as my thanks and apology. I can always make some more. I'm sure you'll find it useful," she finished, gathering whatever remained of the rosemary sprigs and apples with her other hand.
Last edited by Luenola Marxiel; 11-28-2008 at 02:04 PM..
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