"I see." If it had been a week, without his horse- something must have happened. Gabby bit her lower lip as she took an empty bottle and dropped a little powder inside. She poured some water into the bottle and corked it, shaking it thoroughly. "Drink this," she said softly, handing it back to him. "It will taste sweet, but it will help a little- I promise it shouldn't make you tired or anything."
That done, she found a little bowl and took another one of her pouches, pouring some powder and a little water in to make a sort of lotion that would help the cuts; she gently tugged a clean towel from one of her pockets and wet it before turning back to Owen. "I- may I? Or would you prefer to-"