9th Summer, 513
Tsaba bunched her right hand into a fist, taking note of how the little finger refused to curl with the rest. She was pretty much used to that. But the black spots under the nail... it was too early for that to be happening. That might be a side effect of simply stitching severed appendages right back on; it was a little too early to be sure. It might also be a side effect of living in Zeltiva. And if that was the case, she might not have time to experiment.
Pausing a moment to steel herself, Tsaba pushed open the healer's door. She had healer friends, but this one, she'd been assured, was different; this one was a specialist in herbalism. One step into the shop told her that she had no reason to doubt that information; the place was crowded with little pots and vials and above all, plants. Plants everywhere. A glance over the little label cards on everything told Tsaba absolutely nothing, since she didn't understand any label more esoteric than "poppy seeds", but she didn't have to; that's what she was seeing a specialist for.
On impulse, she leaned forward and pulled air into her unused lungs, taking a deep breath from a leafy plant. Either it had no smell or her pickled nose was too far gone to pick it up. Ah well. Treating the plants with all the care she would a botany experiment on Sahova, she carefully made her way to the counter and waited patiently to be noticed.