Daisy, Daisy

Isla this won't hurt a bit When Isla wasn't in the infirmary it seemed she was always out forraging for things that might be used in it. The medic never stopped these days, and while that was far from an uncommon situation for her, it was beginning to take its toll. She just wished the herbs and plants here made sense, or were at the very least remotely familiar to that which she was used to back in Northaven. Here she wasn't sure if something would cure nausea or induce it, would soothe a fever or spike it, and therein lay the difficulty. Without someone to test it upon (a terrifying prospect) or knowledge to draw upon, she was basically navigating blind. Straightening up with a few snipped flowerheads in hand (they were terrible for medicine but she had discovered they made quite a lovely tea), Isla squinted into the Leafchange sunlight and tilted her head. She hadn't been out to this part of the Fields before, and she swore she could make out... a cottage. With a garden? Blinking to make sure the structure didn't simply disappear like a mirage, Isla let out a soft 'oh' and subconsciously found herself walking towards it. This was the first habitable place she thought she'd found apart from the Sanctuary.