Aisha's POV
The sunlight filtered softly through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in golden hues as I knelt beside a patch of moss. Around me, a semicircle of young warriors watched with a quiet intensity that reminded me of my days as a novice healer. That same hunger to learn. That same hope of saving lives.
"This," I said, brushing aside a fern to reveal a cluster of greenish-white leaves, "is yarrow. One of the best natural hemostatics you'll find in the wild. You crush the leaves, like this"—I demonstrated, squeezing the bitter-smelling sap onto my fingertips—"and pack it into the wound. It slows bleeding long enough to get the injured to safety."
"Does it work on deep punctures too?" someone asked.
I looked up to find Max, tall, lanky, and wide-eyed watching me wit
