'm conscious. Sorry. Just can't see. 

:I think maybe it's - a bad idea - for you to be doing risky things with the ship right now. We need to get you to a bed. I'll - hmm - I'll have them light a fire on that spot without touching the ground, and later I should be able to check if there's still anything left. It's...quite noticeable to my Sight, there's that at least: 

She takes a deep breath. Lets it out. :Do you think you can crawl back out and make it to the wagon without passing out? It's not far: 

Yeah, I'll be fine.

She is not, exactly, fine, but she can keep moving. Her vision even comes back after a while.

Shavri watches anxiously. From a distance. 

After a moment's thought, she retrieves the food and cider and moves them to the wagon bed, then goes back to waiting. 

:Eat and drink something if you can: she encourages, once Julie finally makes it to the prepared wagon. :It'll be a while back into town. - Oh, and drink this: She digs a small glass bottle out from a pocket in her robes, and adds it to the collection. :It's poppy-syrup. I want to have another go at killing the bigger crystals once we get back, and it'll be easier on you if it's had a chance to kick in first: 

Painkillers! Painkillers sound great! Eating and drinking sound less great but she'll do her best!!

:You don't want to take it on an empty stomach: Shavri warns her. :Try to get at least a little bit of the bread down - hmm, if you're nauseated and think it might not stay down, I can do a bit of Healing for that first? ...It'll be much easier if I can touch you, but the weapon isn't growing on your skin: Yet. :I think it's safe: 

She'll just trust medtech on that because she's not really good at thinking right now.

Shavri lightly touches the woman's hand, on the side opposite where the crystals are growing in her shoulder, and reaches in deeper with her Sight. She'll push a little bit of undirected Healing-energy to start, try to boost her body's defences against the weapon-disease, but she also has a closer look at the woman's stomach and gut; is there anything there she can see to Heal? 

Just a thin film of other-life-force, which would probably interfere with the absorption of nutrients if there were any in there, which there aren't, and also various distress from having gone a few days without eating.

Ughhhh, that is RUDE of it. 

Trying to murder the film will almost certainly make things worse in the short run. Hopefully it won't completely block painkillers from working. Shavri sighs, and instead focuses on soothing the irritation caused by days without food. 

:Feel any better now?: she checks. 

She doesn't, not really.

I'm fine, she tries thinking loudly. Her attempted loud-thoughts are barely distinct from all the rest of her thoughts.

She is really not fine. 

Shavri backs off, and, again, double-checks her own hand for any sign of the foreign presence. :Well, just hang tight there. Try to eat a little bread and get the painkillers and some fluids down. If liquids are easier, the cider's sugary, your body needs that: 

She DOESN'T WANNA eat. She tries anyway but she's very bad at it; her mouth is dry and the bread just kind of sits there. The cider is a bit easier. 

The other life-force really likes the cider too!

Shavri tells the cheesemonger's son, who brought over the cart and the mule pulling it, that he can head back to the inn now, she'll catch up. 

She gives the farming family instructions on burning the contaminated soil and wheat-stalks. At the farmer's distraught reaction, she eventually relents, and helps mark out a circle with a ten-foot radius or so, around the spot. "Here. All of this, and I'll come check later if that's enough." 

They're not happy. But they're also scared - of the ship, of the strange woman, of the threat they can't even see. 

Shavri feels bad about scaring them, but...well, she doesn't think it's an overreaction. 

Probably she should be doing other things about the situation, like getting word to Haven and her lifebonded - and Van - but right now all she can think about is the woman's precarious condition. Healing first, she decides. (This is only a little bit rationalizing why she should start with what she knows how to handle.) 

She re-mounts her horse and rides after the much slower cart. 

...

It takes them about twenty minutes to reach the inn, and the cart proves not to fit into the alleyway that leads to the back door. 

Shavri dismounts and ties her horse's reins to the nearest tie-able object. She points at the route. :Think you can crawl a couple dozen yards?: 

Julie is shivering and newly bruised from bouncing against their cart and kind of thinking longingly that if she died then she wouldn't have to do any more things. 

If she dies then so will lots of other people, in the same way, because the plans will proceed.

Yeah, sure, she says to magic medtech, and then doesn't take further actions because saying that was very tiring.

She looks awful. 

Shavri grits her teeth. :Don't. Just, um, can you sort of curl up? I'll - get people to help carry the corners of the tarp, and not touch you, and if they do touch you a tiny bit and get the disease I can probably kill tiny bits of it just fine. You look really bad and I don't think you should exert yourself more: 

She doesn't wait for confirmation of this, just starts yelling to the tavern-keeper that she needs four strong young men RIGHT NOW. 

Good that someone is on top of doing things, because Julie is not! Julie is busy dying requiring medical attention, which is going to happen and then things will be okay somehow.

Some people are assembled, and under Shavri's tight-voiced direction they carry Julie over by holding the corners of the tarp, which isn't the most comfortable ride but they manage not to drop her. The straw-ticking mattress has since been equipped with linens, and there's a warm wool blanket folded at the foot. 

Shavri has them set the tarp down and then sort of pull it out from the side in order to roll Julie off, and then she has them immediately fold the tarp and leave it in a corner, she'll figure out in a minute if it's contaminated. She shoos them out into the alley and then spends thirty seconds checking each of them, mainly their hands, for any sign of weapon-disease-alien-lifeforce . 

Nope.

"Thank you. You're fine - you can go - um, if you can send me the inn's cook or something, I need to request some different food for her. Probably." If she can find a way not to have the stupid weapon-thing eat all of it before it can reach her patient. 

She goes back into the repurposed storeroom. Shuts the door, and checks the rolled-up tarp on the floor for signs of life-force before turning her attention back to Julie. 

The tarp is also fine. Julie is shivering and trying not to vomit again and scratching her arm in the place where there's a crystal trying to break through her skin.

Shavri covers her with the blanket, and sags down onto the floor next to her. There's nothing for her to sit on. Maybe she should have asked that a crate be left. 

:If you need to vomit, try to do it in here: she says, retrieving the washbasin she requested from the corner. Getting her patient washed up doesn't seem like the highest priority right now. :I need to... Did you take the painkillers? I want to try to kill the biggest parts of it, but it's going to hurt: 

Took some. Maybe you should do it now before I throw them up.