"I know that you would not lie," Gabby replied, nodding again. "It's- okay. I- I would rather hear it from you than from anybody else." Her hands were shaking and she fisted them, holding them in her lap so as to keep from fidgeting. She was quiet again for a few moments.
"Nonsense. If you were the only one to escape, then I must do something to help you if I can. Domenic always spoke well of you." Gabby needed plan. She'd feel better once she had made up her mind of what she needed to do, and she would get started on it. She could wait until later to think about the implications of Domenic's death. "We're no more than perhaps two days' journey from Greenville. One day, perhaps, if things go our way. I have more of what I treated you with, and those should have most of your cuts healed within two or three days at the most- none of your cuts looked too deep from what I could see. And the drink should help with the pain, to make it easier to walk- if you take it with every meal, that should help. And when we return, I have- there are teas and other things I can give you to help."