"You don't have to ride along if you don't want to. Aerial view is very good for finding big obvious things like farms. Oh, the name's Grendyne, by the way."

"Nino," says Stout.

"Yannis," says Slim. 

"It might be good to take me, just to speed things up," says Yannis. 

"You guys do much hunting? Gathering roots and berries? You can get a good haul just gathering."

"We've done some, but we don't really know what's safe," comments Nino.

"A good way to find out is to touch something and wait - then touch it to your lips and wait - then taste it and wait - and then a small nibble - and then eating a fingertip's worth. If you feel off at all from any of the previous ones then it might be toxic. It's kind of risky but if you're on the brink of starving it's probably worth the risk. Also, I find many new gatherers don't know how to recognize root vegetables like wild onions and leeks."

Nino listens attentively.

"We can probably use this to keep things running for a while."

Yannis eyes her Steelwing nervously.

"I can tell you all more later. Maybe do a whole lecture thing. There's ways to almost farm a forest. Not as productive per land area as real farms, and still hard work, but food is food."

"A lot of folk will be interested in that," predicts Nino.

Yannis nods.

"Even still, good to have farms since they're already there."

"So how many people am I going to be trying to teach how to feed themselves?"

Nino grimaces.

"Teach me and the boss, we'll teach the rest of our group. Some of us can go around trying to spread it ourselves."

Yannis nods.

"Tell the right people, they'll do the rest of the teaching for you."

"If possible I'd like to teach four or five folks at the same time. Get it started faster. And I'm assuming there's more than one group like yours around, I'll want to find any others and make the same offer - But, anyway, to the farm?"

To the farm!

Yannis considers her flying vehicle, and gets on gracelessly, mimicking her posture, and he directs her. 

Past these woods, over that lake...

There is a second seat! And handles! And a seatbelt/harness thing!

She flies pretty fast.

He is not even slightly uncomfortable, nosiree. 

They eventually land by the fields, because "showing up right at their front door would be threatening".

...Fair enough. "I can shout really really loudly, if a shout from far away would be less threatening than walking up. I'd rather not have more guns pointed at me today if I can possibly help it."

"That's probably fine. Say you're clear of the infection, and say it calmly, they'll at least come closer without pointing any atcha." 

So they walk a little closer, to a clear view of the farmhouse, and she shouts, "Hello! I'm clear of the infection, and I'd like to talk! There are two of us and we're armed but we come in peace!"

A gruff man comes outside, eying them suspiciously. 

"You're that Papadopolous kid...I heard you ran off with the bandits."

Yannis sighs. 

"I'm here to help. She knows how to get food, and wants to teach people."

As summaries go, it's not inaccurate.

"As long as you don't steal anything, you can come inside, if you want," offers the farmer. 

She nods graciously. "Thank you. The biggest advantage I have will take some proving. Put simply, I'm magic, and one of my most expensive spells makes plants grow quite quickly. Have any injuries you want gone? I could go with something more pedestrian like flying or shiny light shows if not."

"I think flying would be plenty imoressive, but if you can help with the boy's leg, I'd be grateful."

He leads her inside. The home is reasonably spacious, with two floors. He takes them upstairs to one of the bedrooms, while his wife makes something "to tide them over". 

Inside is a young man, practicing walking. His pants don't sit comfortably on him anymore, given the extensive damage to his leg. 

He waves politely but remains focused on maneuvering around the room. 

What kind of damage? An active, recent wound, or something that healed wrong?

It looks like it's mostly begun to heal. 

At least a few weeks out. 

"Hello. I can try to speed up your leg's healing. I'm just a medic, but I also have healing magic. There's a very slim chance it might heal wrong if there's something complicated going on. Do you want me to heal you?"

The boy glances at his father, who nods confirmation of her absurd claims.

"Is there a way to find out if there's something complicated? I might still be able to do some of the work like this..."

The older man sighs.

"Son, if you want her to heal you, just try it. We'll take care of you if it gets worse, and if it doesn't, you'll be in working shape again."

The boy frowns, but says, "Yeah, I'd like you to try. Thank you."

"I can examine the wound. I do have medic training, even if the magic makes it a bit redundant sometimes. 'Something complicated' would essentially be if it's already started to heal wrong, or there's shrapnel in there, or it's infected - what caused it?"