Kalista informed him regally, "Catnip can be used to reduce fever." And it was delicious and amazing and so was the first thing that came to mind. Probably, like valerian, it was not quite so irresistible to humans. "Lion's mane is the best, they are absolutely delicious. But if you weren't hungry, they are very good for healing. Though I suppose if you knew that your scars wouldn't be so... obvious. You could cook this for a few hours then wash with the water, if you wanted to waste it on that arm." She finished what she was doing to his arm and because she didn't have a bandage that she didn't need, let the remains of the leaves drop. She went back to fishing in her bag and did manage to locate where she'd put a needle and thread. Of course the needle was curved for flesh, but it wasn't like it didn't work on fabric. She handed it over to him. "Sap is worse than blood, I don't have a lot of alcohol to waste on getting it out of fabric, I need to save that to clean my needles and things if something happens."<br/><br/>It was one thing to have a patient to fix. It was another thing to have someone inspecting her too closely. Obviously she'd done something wrong before, but not knowing what it was... well. He was distracted with the needle and thread now. She edged a bit around the tree, away from him, and began to retie her own bandages, without shifting the dressing under them. Several careful and efficient movements later she had them well secured, and knotted properly.<br/><br/>At the question she stared at him, hazel eyes wide. She'd done it again. "Oh. Shoot. I'm so sorry, I have no manners. There was the cut and the lion's mane, and you insulting my capability..." She trailed off and realized she still hadn't answered. "Kalista Komala. I didn't realize burns were restricted to old people?" Anyway, he should talk. She cleared her mind as best she could, taking a few deep, slow breaths. Yes he was young, it wasn't her imagination. He was fine. He was hungry. Right. "I wish I could show you how amazing this was cooked, but I don't have anything to cook on, and that inn up the road probably wouldn't just let me in their kitchen." She regretfully held out the mushroom. She could always hunt later. The fall season was bountiful.