A gift given. A small hope. Fadila woke to find some plant material, a pale grey bark nearby. She went down into the galley hands full after drying it to preserve it.
Once she was able she cooked a large pot of it, testing it out on one wounded soul, delivering the medicine to him and watchin as his pain numbed. Seeing the value she wandered through the ship.
Her movements quick and sure she gave tea, urging people to waken from their slumber to pour a swallow down, then soothing them back into deep sleep once more. Finding the mop she she went around showering the rooms where people lay, passing through quietly speaking quietly to those awake,yet knowing the serious dusty she was on.
her vigil was long, the surety she had as she gave the tea, quick light steps, eager scrubbing and scrubbing to keep sickness from the air. Walking along the teapot is full and there is much medicine to give.
Every room scrubbed every wounded administered too she sinks to quietude thoughts bubbling, that teapot still in willing hands.