The Sniffling Squire (may 15th, 10am)

[Myra]

*Myra blushes bright red as she mixes various herbs into a poultice*
"I'm not...um, thank you, but it wasn't really that...that great."

*she pulls off her bloodstained gloves and coats her hands in the salve, moving to stand behind Philip. She tilts his head forward a bit and starts to massage the paste into his neck*
"What do you do for illness, Iris?"