The sun was high in the sky as we continued along the stream, the gentle sound of flowing water accompanying our footsteps. With Al's guidance fresh in our minds, we felt optimistic about reaching Gyrica before nightfall. According to the map in our private interfaces, we were about two to three hours away.

Ana walked beside me, her sketchbook in hand, capturing the vibrant hues of the wildflowers that lined the stream's edge. Sam and Alex were a few paces ahead, discussing the comforts of town life they looked forward to.

"Do you think they'll have coffee in Gyrica?" Sam mused. "We ran out yesterday."

Alex chuckled. "I hope so. As much as I enjoy herbal tea, a good cup of coffee would be heavenly." They had only packed enough for three days, and the craving was starting to get to them.

I smiled at their conversation, feeling a sense of normalcy amidst our extraordinary circumstances.

As we approached a wider section of the stream, we realized we'd need to cross it to continue on the most direct path to Gyrica.

Alex glanced at their interface, noticing something different. "The map shows the main road picks up on the other side, but…" They trailed off, staring at the now-clear section between our current location and Gyrica. “Most of this was covered in fog earlier.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Maybe Al's guidance updated it?" they suggested. It was the most likely explanation, given how the map had expanded right after our meeting with him.

"Seems that way," Alex agreed, still intrigued by how the information had changed so suddenly.

"The water doesn't look too deep here," Sam observed. "We could probably wade across without any trouble."

"Good idea," I agreed. "Let's take off our shoes to keep them dry."

We all sat down to remove our footwear. The cool grass felt pleasant beneath our feet, and the sun warmed our backs. Alex was the first to step into the stream, the water reaching just above their ankles.

"Not too cold," they remarked, carefully making their way across the smooth stones.

Ana held my hand as we followed, her eyes wide with excitement. "It's like an adventure," she signed.

"Indeed it is," I signed back with a grin.

We were most of the way across when Alex suddenly winced. "Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, concern evident in their voice.

"I think I stepped on something sharp," Alex replied, hobbling onto the opposite shore. They sat down to inspect their foot.

Just before we stepped back onto the shore, Sam suddenly pointed to something shifting in the water. Nestled between the smooth stones was a small creature, glowing faintly, its pincers snapping defensively. "That’s what got me," Alex said, their voice tight.

I knelt beside them. "Let me see."

A small puncture wound marked the sole of their foot, a thin trickle of blood seeping out. What caught my attention was the rapidly swelling area around it, turning an alarming shade of red.

"That doesn't look good," Sam noted, eyes widening.

Ana hovered nearby, worry etched on her face. "Are they going to be okay?" she signed.

"I hope so," I signed back, trying to reassure her.

Alex grimaced. "It's starting to burn and itch."

An instinctive knowledge stirred within me—a sense of what was needed. A warm sensation filled my chest, and I felt an unfamiliar energy flowing through me.

"Sam, could you help me find some plantain leaves?" I requested urgently. "They have broad leaves with parallel veins and often grow near paths."

"On it," Sam replied, sprinting off to search along the stream bank.

As they hurried away, I didn’t bother explaining further. I knew Sam had a sharp memory when it came to details, especially after our foraging lessons. Even without a reminder, they'd likely recall exactly what plantain leaves looked like—the subtle ridges, the distinct veins. Since arriving in this world, Sam’s ability to locate things had only sharpened, as if the landscape itself whispered guidance to them. I had no doubt they'd find what we needed quickly.

I turned to Ana. "Sweetheart, we need to act quickly. Please pull out the pot and fill it with water from the stream. Also, grab the camp stove from my pack—we'll need to boil the water immediately."

She nodded, retrieving the pot and hurrying to the water's edge. She filled it carefully and brought it back, then dug into my pack for the camp stove and a small fuel canister.

"We only have a few fuel canisters left," Ana signed, her eyes showing concern.

"I know," I acknowledged, "but this is an emergency."

As Ana set up the camp stove, I added, "Also, please grab some clean cloth or bandages from the pack."

She quickly pulled out a roll of bandages and a clean cloth, laying them out beside me.

Meanwhile, Sam returned with a handful of plantain leaves. "I think these are the ones you wanted," they said, slightly out of breath.

"Perfect," I said appreciatively. "Thank you."

I ignited the camp stove, and the small flame flickered to life. Placing the pot of water on top, I watched as it began to heat.

Using two smooth stones, I crushed the plantain leaves, yarrow I'd gathered earlier, and some chamomile tea leaves. As I worked, I focused on infusing the mixture with healing and protection, channeling the warm energy I felt earlier. A soft, pink glow emanated from my hands, enveloping the herbs.

Ana's eyes widened as she noticed the glow. "Mama, your hands!" she signed excitedly.

I glanced down but chose to focus on the task at hand. "I'll explain later," I promised.

Once the herbs were thoroughly mashed into a paste, I gently applied the poultice to Alex's wound, wrapping their foot with the clean cloth Ana had provided.

"That feels soothing," they remarked, the tension easing from their face.

The water on the stove began to boil rapidly. "Sam, could you add this willow bark to the boiling water?" I asked, handing them the pieces I'd collected earlier.

"Sure thing," Sam replied, carefully dropping the bark into the pot.

"We'll let it steep for a few minutes," I said. "It will make a tea to help reduce pain and inflammation."

Ana watched intently, her worry easing as she saw the progress we were making.

"Thank you both," I said, looking at Sam and Ana. "Your help made all the difference."

"Happy to assist," Sam replied with a nod.

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After a few minutes, I poured the tea into a cup and handed it to Alex. "Drink this slowly," I instructed.

They took it gratefully, sipping the warm liquid. "It's bitter," they noted with a slight grimace.

"I know," I said sympathetically. "But it will help."

"We should rest here for a bit," Sam suggested. "Give Alex some time to let the herbs do medicine do its work."

I nodded, not fully sure if rest would be enough, but we needed to keep an eye on Alex's condition. With this world’s strange effects, I wasn’t certain what to expect, but I hoped the herbs and the energy I felt would be enough. We just had to wait and see.

"Agreed," I said. "Besides, it's lunchtime. We can have a meal while we wait."

Ana brightened at the mention of food. "I can help prepare lunch," she signed.

"That's a great idea," I replied. "We have some supplies we can use."

Sam and Ana set about preparing a light meal. They used some dried meats and cheeses from our packs, supplementing them with fresh greens Ana gathered—a mix of tender wild spinach, dandelion leaves, and aromatic herbs. She also found some wild berries to add a touch of sweetness.

Together, they assembled a simple yet enticing meal. The lettuce wraps were hearty, and the fresh salad provided a crisp contrast. The berries served as a delightful dessert.

As we sat down to eat, the flavors melded beautifully—the savory meats and cheeses complemented by the crisp, slightly bitter greens and the sweetness of the berries. The meal felt nourishing, both physically and emotionally.

"This is exactly what I needed," Alex said appreciatively. "Thank you."

Ana smiled, pleased with the compliment. "I'm glad you're feeling better," she signed.

After about thirty minutes, Alex flexed their foot experimentally. "The pain is gone," they said in surprise. They unwrapped the cloth to reveal that the swelling had subsided, and the redness had faded completely.

"That's incredible," Sam exclaimed. "It's like you were never injured."

I felt the warm sensation behind my eyes again, and the faint pink glow flickered in my peripheral vision. This time, I allowed myself a moment to acknowledge it. A notification appeared in my interface: Healing Skill Unlocked: Level 1

I blinked, surprised but also intrigued. So the energy I felt was real, and it enhanced the healing properties of the herbs.

"How did you do that?" Alex asked, their eyes meeting mine.

"I think I might have a healing ability," I admitted. "The herbs helped, but there was something more."

"That's amazing," Sam said, clearly impressed. "You're a natural healer."

Ana reached over and squeezed my hand. "You're amazing, Mama," she signed with a proud smile.

I squeezed her hand in return and signed back. "Thank you, sweetheart."

With Alex feeling better and our meal finished, we cleaned up our temporary campsite. I carefully turned off the camp stove to conserve our limited fuel.

"We only have a few fuel canisters left," Sam noted, packing away the stove.

"I know," I said. "We'll save them for true emergencies."

"Before we go, I think we should find out what injured Alex," I suggested.

"Good idea," Sam agreed. "We don't want anyone else getting hurt."

We carefully approached the spot where Alex had felt the sting. Peering into the clear water, we noticed a small, crustacean-like creature nestled among the rocks. It had a hard shell with sharp, barbed protrusions and glowed faintly with an eerie blue light.

"That's it," Alex said, pointing. "That's what got me."

"Be careful," I warned. "It might be dangerous."

Using a long stick, Sam gently prodded the creature onto a flat rock near the shore. It snapped its pincers defensively but couldn't reach us.

Ana immediately began sketching it in her notebook, capturing every detail—the segmented body, the barbed legs, and the luminescent glow.

"We should mark this spot as hazardous," Sam suggested. "Others might cross here."

"I'll make a note in my map," Alex said.

I watched as they seemed to focus intently, their fingers moving in a way I couldn’t quite follow. I reminded myself to ask later how they managed to mark the map—since none of us could actually see what was in each other's interfaces. The idea of being able to mark the map intrigued me, but I didn’t want to interrupt now. I wondered if the markings could be shared.

Ana finished her drawing and turned the page to write down the remedy I had used, illustrating the herbs and their preparation. "This way, we'll remember how to treat it if it happens again," she signed.

"Good thinking," I praised. "You're becoming quite the field researcher."

She beamed at the compliment.

"Should we release it back into the water?" Sam asked, eyeing the creature.

"I think it's best to move it away from the crossing," I suggested. "Maybe further downstream."

Using the stick, we carefully transported the creature to a safer location downstream, moving it to an area where the stream was harder to cross. There was no guarantee it wouldn’t just return to the original spot, but at least we could do what we could for now. I didn’t like the idea of killing it—we had invaded its space, after all.

As we prepared to leave, Ana placed a small, hand-drawn warning sign near the crossing, depicting the creature and a caution symbol.

"That should do it," Alex said appreciatively. "Ready to continue?"

"Yes," I replied. "We have a town to reach."

We resumed our journey, quickening our pace to make up for lost time. The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the path. The landscape shifted as we moved—dense forests gave way to open fields, and the air grew cooler.

"Do you think we'll make it before nightfall?" Sam asked, a hint of concern in their voice.

"We should," I replied, glancing at the fading light. "But we need to keep moving."

Ana walked close beside me, her steps determined. "We can do it," she signed confidently.

As twilight approached, the sky painted itself in hues of deep orange and purple. The first stars began to appear, twinkling faintly.

"There it is," Alex announced, pointing ahead.

In the distance, the walls of Gyrica came into view, illuminated by torches along the ramparts. We could see the town gates still open, but the guards were preparing to close them for the night.