Donald did as she asked.  He went off into the cave, near where the stream flowed through it, looking for moss.  He was uncertain if there was more than one type of moss, but he assumed that he would be lucky to find some anyway.  After about ten minutes of searching, he did find some.  He identified it by touch, since it was to dark here to actually differentiate it from the ground.  Taking as much as he could carry, he used his kilt as a sling to transport the moss.<br/><br/>Once he was back with Branwenn he laid the moss at her feet.  "Treat the horse first.  I am going to spy and see if they are looking for us around here or not."  He realized they were going to have to do something about Branwenn's ruined dress as well.  She was certainly fetching, but it wasn't right.  He would have to see if they would steal a dress from a nearby village.<br/><br/>A plan for where they could go was forming in his head, but he was unsure yet.  Maybe his mother's clan would take them in, and even defend them.  He hesitated to speak of it to the maiden, so as not to offer false hope.  He himself was unsure why he had acted as he did, effectively cutting himself off from his own clan, but what was done was done.<br/><br/>He stuck to the cave opening and peered out, looking for hounds and horses.