There is a younger volunteer watching her as well at the point she gets up, who asks her a couple of general questions about how awful she feels and goes to fetch some "Drakes' Tea" which will apparently make her feel better.

Brynna offers to help her use the chamberpot with the un-self-conscious efficiency of someone who has done this before. The alternative is apparently walking just out of the village to use the main facilities, which she doesn't think Lenora looks in shape to do; she'll also offer to go into the next room if Lenora thinks she can manage herself and would rather that.

There's a big jug of water that someone has apparently "cast Purify on" on-hand, which Brynna will pour into a sturdy brown ceramic cup for her, apple juice is available if she'd like, and a range of trail-mix style dried meat, dried fruit and nuts is available on a platter for immediate consumption or Brynna can go see if someone's got a stew on, it's likely someone has. If she's not up to eating any of that, they can also do oatmeal, added fruit optional.

The volunteer brings tea, which has the same very-green smell as the medicine she was given previously, but slightly more diffuse. The tea does seem to generally help - it feels like if she'd just been beaten up a bit, it would have made this entirely better, with a little rest. After a few minutes he asks how she feels now - apparently there are more herbs available if that didn't do the trick.

Brynna asks if she'd like her to let Allegra know she's awake, and whether she wants to ask anything, answer questions from other people or whether she'd rather just be left to get some more rest.

She can handle herself with the... No plumbing. And will eat indiscriminately. And drink the tea and try to figure out what exactly the Emu is complaining about not understanding about it, and tell it to expect more of that to happen later. She's not exactly a techie, though? And they lock these things down pretty hard so you can't make yourself high or accidentally kill yourself. Oh well.

"What exactly is this medicine doing?" She will ask, and also mention, "My monitor says I'm going to be facing a risk of toxic shock due to cell death, I don't think you guys have dialysis here though..."

"This is just Drake's Tea, if you had got a bad case of sword poisoning it'd fix you right up, but it won't do anything complicated. I've got some bladeroot and roseweald ready - I'm not sure what dialysis is, so probably not? Do you know if it's more a blood thing or more of a digestive system or breathing thing - roseweald is better for the first, bladeroot for the second. I can just try both, but you might get a mild fever and feel a bit nauseous. I think Allegra's got some magic options she'd like to discuss if you're up for it - we're kind of cautious about casting on people who don't consent when it's not an emergency."

"Oh, definitely a blood thing. Dialysis is the cleaning of the blood... Ish. The Emu I've got in me, that's helping with all the repair, is pretty good at keeping things running, it just can't do everything at once. It's also boosting my immune system to nip dozens of infections in the bud before they can become a problem. I'd probably be dead without it, which is probably why they made me integrate it before trying the thing that landed me here, huh?"

"As far as I know an emu is a big flightless bird, but I'm guessing in your case it's some kind of magic item you're bonded to, or a potion you took a while ago? That definitely sounds like a roseweald problem." He hands her a little pot of red paste from his bag. "Doesn't taste too bad straight up, just stick it on your finger and rub it into your gums. You can have another dose in about four hours if you still need one; if it's urgent we can do it sooner, but if you take too much you will definitely give yourself a fever."

"Oh, the ee-em-you. It's an acronym, but people just say Emu because duh. I can try a roseweald and see what it thinks."

"Still means nothing to me," the volunteer informs her cheerfully. "If you want someone who knows more than a bit of first aid you'll need let me fetch them. Can you apply the roseweald yourself or would you be okay with me doing it?"

"I'm pretty shaky honestly, probably for the best if you do- If you don't mind."

"No problem, open wide for me?" He dips his finger in the pot and smears something that tastes kind of like spicy rose petals on her gums. "Thanks, all done," and he wipes off his fingers on the bit of cloth from his bag that has distinctly seen better days. That was probably not the most hygienic thing that has ever happened.

...Well, probably it's fine somehow. And also linked people are really hard to get sick.

"I could try to explain things a bit but I also feel like falling right back asleep, kind of."

"I'm very curious about where you might be from and what's up with all your shiny gear, but Allegra would skin me if she thought I was keeping you up unnecessarily, so you'd probably better have a nap. The Steading isn't going anywhere, we'll still be here when you're better rested."

"Oh hell, if anything fell off me and it's sort of - long maybe don't touch it? Weapons. Wait..." She stares off into the distance for a moment. "Never mind, all that's accounted for." She yawns. "I'll be a better conversationalist later, Emu says the rose thing is helping already."

"Good to hear it. Let me know if you need anything else." The volunteer settles back down next to the bed, spreads a bit of leather over his lap, takes out a bit of wood and a knife; it appears that 'whittling something' is what he's doing to pass the time (and he's polite enough not to get wood chippings all over Brynna's nice house).

The cycle of sleep and waking continues. She feels considerably less terrible next time she wakes up, in the middle of the night.

A young lady with bark ridges down the backs of her hands is darning a pair of thick woollen tights next to the bed; she notices Lenora waking and smiles in her general direction. "Feeling any better? Anything I can get for you?"

She peers at the bark ridges, trying to determine if they're tattoos. "Good... Night? Oh wow, the rose stuff and vervain - or whatever it is, I wasn't up to memorizing things - is pretty amazing. My medical chip thinks I'll definitely recover without any more now, but also more wouldn't be amiss. I think I'm up to stretching my legs a bit. You're supposed to do that in recovery if you can anyway, I think."

Nope, they seem to be bark growing out of her skin, like it's some kind of weird scab.

In fact, if she's thinking about it now, quite a few of the people she's seen have had something like that - bark scabs in odd places, prominent green veins...

"Yup, it's been dark for a while out there, not that it's easy to tell. I think you had some True Vervain on the spot in the crater, then a spot of Tom Drake's Tea when we had some on for the fighting practice, then some Roseweald off Davyn. If you're doing okay, I'd probably want to talk to a physick or at least get Allegra to recite what the one down from First Glade said before giving you anything else, right now. Happy to help you out of bed for a wander, though - how's your night vision?"

"Okay, huh. The vines and bark... We both have weird stuff to the other going on. I've got a sensor set integrated so I'll be fine going to the outhouse at least. No need to wake anyone up for that now."

"You really do have all the best toys." The woman seemed somewhat suspicious and defensive when Lenora mentioned the vines and bark, but doesn't seem to want to make anything of it if she doesn't. "Need a hand or shall I just get out of your way and get the door?"

And they can proceed over to the outhouses, which are actually relatively clean and pleasant long-drop composting toilets in cute individual wooden sheds, with seats of polished and waxed wood. The village is much quieter at night, but there are bobbing lightstones being carried here and there by a couple of people still out and about.

The low tech continues. She absentmindedly tries to check social media thrice. "I don't know if mentioning that is offensive or anything. I'm not from around here, yanno. Shutting up."

"If you're not going to be funny about it, it's fine to ask; it's just we mostly came here to get away from all that, you know. Or maybe you don't know? That's, quite refreshing actually."

"I think I can guess. Some people really really don't like it and it's a big messy thing. And it might not even be something one chooses."

"Yeah, you've about got it. You see, humans come in, I don't know what you want to call them, I think the proper word is 'lineages' but I like to think of them as, flavours? Do you know the realms of magic? Spring, summer, autumn, winter, day, night; we can be, like, 'touched' by any of these, and when it's Spring it happens like this," she waves her hand absently, "and we're called Briars. Amongst a lot of other, less kind things. People round here and hereabouts tend to get a bit superstitious about it, because the Vallorn's Spring magic, and uncontrolled plants in fields and stuff."

"I don't know the realms of magic. I'm from a different planet and possibly universe. We do have all natural racism and sexism though."

And then she can have a relatively normal sleep until morning. It's the third day after her crashing and she's awake and aware.

Brynna is knitting something, which she puts away neatly when she notices Lenora's awake. "Good morning, dearie. Would you like a spot of breakfast? We've got everything we had yesterday and there's some oatmeal ready to go, and several kinds of honey."