Trix listened intently as the woman spoke, taking a moment to try and say the full name the woman gave, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Rill on uh Or or uh may."[/b][/i][/color] It was definitely exotic sounding to her. She wanted to remember it, this woman had done so much, she should get her name right. And much like Trix, she preferred a shorter name, of Lana. When asked about her home village, she replied, [i][b][color=f6989d]"It's a bit south west of here, along the southern road from the Crossing." [/color][/b][/i] She'd never heard of Frigmount though. Everyone knew of Frostfell, the icy region beyond the Chartric Mountains, but people didn't come from there. Monsters and storms, sure, but people? Never.

She was elated that the woman accepted her request for help and offer of food. However, when the woman mentioned the need of an herbalist, Trix perked right up. That was her specialty! Trix was so thrilled, that she didn't mind, and actually enjoyed that she wove her arm with her own. Trix had half expected her to be cold to the touch, and was mildly disappointed to find that wasn't the case. She walked alongside the woman, toward the central market, [color=f6989d][i][b]"As it so happens, you're talking to a bona fide herbalist. I run my own shop, Trix's Tonics and Tinctures. But you don't want to buy the materials here, especially not willow bark or clove oil. Those would have to be brought from another village, so the price would be higher. Plenty of useful plants growing right around here, if you know what to look for. Might I ask what your injuries are? And.."  [/b][/i][/color]

She stopped a moment, composing herself, trying to shake off the dread and fear, keeping an eye on the pups, though it was unneeded. They'd stuck close the entire time. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Were... were you at the tournament too?"[/b][/i][/color] She found herself clutching at the woman's arm a bit, not even realizing she was doing so. The amount of blood and corpses, and the mechanical way she'd sifted through them, deciding who was worth saving and who was worth dying made her sick. 

Coming up to the market now, [color=f6989d][i][b]"So.. You'll..."[/b][/i][/color] and she gave up in frustration. Her words were sticking in her throat as he relived that horrible time. She began sweating and hyperventilating, not even realizing she was doing so. The dying eyes, the metallic taste in the air, the smell of entrails, the warmth of being covered in blood, and it was becoming a bit much for her. She was getting dizzy, and found herself holding onto the woman to keep from hitting the ground. Both pups had already stopped and were looking at her with concern.

Eventually she managed to focus her breathing, in through her nose, out through her mouth, mostly unaware of what was going on around her. The very moment she felt composed, nausea welled up within her, and she found herself rushing over to a bush, and mostly dry heaved into it. It was violent, loud, mortifying, and painful, forcing tears from her eyes. And her pups were there, by her side no matter where she went. When she got up, cleaning at her mouth with a rag from her bag. She was red in the face from the upheaval, as well as embarrassment, [color=f6989d][i][b]"I'm sorry, I just... It was a bit much."[/b][/i][/color]

[color=f6989d][i][b]"So, uh, we could easily find leopard's bane, elderberry, and orangeroot around here. Good for most wounds."[/b][/i][/color] She bent down and pet her two pups, happy that they were already stuck to her sides. [color=f6989d][i][b]"We'll have better luck out at the ranches, and that's where the best food is. And it's just on the other side of the market, if you have shopping to do here first."[/b][/i][/color] She was clearly trying to pretend like nothing had happened, but simultaneously, she still looked rattled and stressed.