To Cure What Ails || TWD Dwight

Remedy

She sat on a makeshift bed surrounded by herbs, oils and ointments. All sorted in different colored glass jars and cups. Beside her slept her older brother Enzo.
They'd lived with the saviors for quite sometime now, maybe a year or so.
The system worked by obtaining points. Everyone was to acquire said points and contribute to earn their keep. Echo had learned to blend herds and roots to make medicines, fragrances and food. With that, earning her keep.

She sat in the middle of all the chaos as saviors yelled, talked, laughed and wept. All she did was focus on the astragalus she was grinding.
Crunch
Crack
Crunch
Crack
She and her brother were very low on the totem pole, not allowing them to be able to do much of anything. And so she sat there and ground.
Crunch
Crush
Crunch
Crush
As she did so, a man with half his face scarred came up to her from her right. She'd recognized him as one of the many who had broken the rules and found themselves victims to cruel punishments.
He bent down and reached for a balm in a beautifully colored jar she'd found. With out much talk of payment in points he picked it up and started off.
"It cures what ails you" she said from behind him, her Icelandic accent coming through. He turned towards her as she continued
"Whether it be physical or in here" she said lightly tapping the side of her head with her index finger. All he did was look her up and down, and walked away.

Her mother had taught her how to make that balm. It was used for everything. Whether it be for wounds, a fever, or the effects of loosing a loved one. It always worked and she sometimes wondered if it really did, or if it was the blind faith they'd had on the balm that aided them.
When the man took the balm, she knew better than to fight back. Unlike herself, he had a higher stance in the system. He even had his own space - or room so to speak- despite his breaking of the rules.
She and her brother had to live and sleep among a mass of people, although it was in a pretty large compound, it was crammed and claustrophobic most of the time. She even had to live with the fact of knowing most of everything they owned, was stolen from others; groups, survivors.
But it was better than starving to death out in the open alone.

Moments after the man had left, Enzo stirred awake. He stared at his younger sister as she organized the fine powders and ground the dried herbs like their mother use to. He'd sit and watch his mothers hands work for hours on end. Same as he did with Echo. Much of her features reminded him of his mother which made his heart ache. Always trying not to make eye contact with her as it pained him to much.

Feeling his eyes intensely watch her every movement, Echo looked over at her brother as she continued working, his dark ominous eyes never meeting hers.