Chapter 64

Aisha's POV The sunlight filtered softly through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in golden hues as I knelt beside a patch of moss. Around me, a semicircle of young warriors watched with a quiet intensity that reminded me of my days as a novice healer. That same hunger to learn. That same hope of saving lives. "This," I said, brushing aside a fern to reveal a cluster of greenish-white leaves, "is yarrow. One of the best natural hemostatics you'll find in the wild. You crush the leaves, like this"—I demonstrated, squeezing the bitter-smelling sap onto my fingertips—"and pack it into the wound. It slows bleeding long enough to get the injured to safety." "Does it work on deep punctures too?" someone asked. I looked up to find Max, tall, lanky, and wide-eyed watching me with the kind of focus usually reserved for battle strategy. His right arm, once swollen with infection, was now moving freely. I'd spent hours treating that arm with a wolfsbane cleanse and raw honey compresses. Now,