There are no incurable diseases
Ray had made an impromptu trip to the Greatwood. While stocking up on her necessary supplies, she'd run low on one found nearby. Although she could have waited for the next shipment, she found herself to hand-pick these herbs. They were more delicate then most and would likely be destroyed in transit by unprofessional hands.
And so Ray found herself walking along a path in the Wildwood, eyes sweeping the ground for the telltale leaves. She was looking for a particular type of basil that aided in blood pressure. With how stressed everyone had been lately, Ray had been going through her stock quickly. It was as the herbalist was turning a bend that she saw a figure. Now at first she was wary, but then she noticed what the man was crouched over. Eyes going wide with alarm, she raced over. "Stop! Step back! Don't touch that plant!" The man was crouched over a type of stinging nettle called gympie, a plant dangerous to even touch.
Only the lack of will
Ray
