Velanna has been in and out of the Healer's tents. Not so much for her own good, because she wouldn't let most of the healers touch her, but helping in her own way. Dropping off cooling salves or herbal mixtures she's put together, small things that will do nothing more than give healing magic a rest from constantly having to soothe those who are worse off.

She's not really doing great herself, it's mostly stubbornness keeping her going.

This afternoon she's not dropping something off for patients so much as for the healers themselves. One of her latest attempts at a healing tea, doesn't do much beyond providing a little energy boost, but she knows she's not the only one who needs that. Anders gets priority because she likes him, and she also imagines Justice isn't making things easy. She holds the canteen of tea out to him when she approaches, looking wobbly and much less put together than she usually does, wrapped in a blanket, with her hair down around her shoulders because pulling it back was making the ache in her head worse.

"I brought you tea," she's even less one for greetings now than usual.