Gently spreading the poultice across the torn flesh, Morgulielle chanted a song of healing. The song was one she sang often these days, praying for their ancestors to look upon them with mercy and to bestow good health. Lately, it seemed as if her songs were going unheard, but she wasn't going to stop. As the n'anga for her tribe, Morgulielle's job was to communicate with their ancestors and heal what injuries and illness she could. However, it was more difficult when she was filled with concern for her patient.
"The pain should begin to fade soon," she told her sister. "But you must come to me so I can reapply it every day. I don't need you getting an infection."