For Dave Strider and Dave Strider

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve is taking this time in the infirmary to portion out and label more of her simples, tisanes, and poultices for general use.

Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.

" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."

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[stridersgonnastride]

Dave gives that a try. It's unclear whether or not it actually helps, but he gets the rest of it down.

"wrecked," he says, and then coughs.

[not_only_wisdom]

"Now, that's concerning. Perhaps I have another tea . . . "

She's kidding.

Honest.