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[ prim is stocking shelves today, but she takes some time out to remind people of something that has probably been forgotten over time, especially with the last few months. ]

My name is Prim Everdeen. Things have been weird here lately but in light of that, I wanted to let everyone know that there's an Apothecary here in Itinere. I'm running it. I thought it would be a good idea to have a place for people to go for a simple herbal remedy or in case they don't want to go to the hospital. [ or don't trust it. she doesn't and she knows katniss probably doesn't, either. ] I'm here every day, but in case I'm not, you can leave me a message here and I'll get back to you.

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With that done, Prim spends most of the day in the Apothecary, stocking shelves and making sure she knows what's what. She's always happy to have visitors and will helpfully explain anything or just chat with everyone who walks in. After she closes up shop for the day, she makes her way to the bookstore, where she pokes her head in to see if she can find more books on herbal remedies and doctor things she doesn't already know. "Hello?" she calls, hoping that someone is inside.

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Derek has been home and back again, home for what felt like years to him but was only a day in Itinere. It's left him feeling unsettled. But he remembers Prim. He likes Prim. He's protective of Prim even now, even after what feels like years to him. And the bottom line is that he trusts her.

He's been back in Itinere for a day now, trying to get resettled. He knows he needs a doctor though. While he was home, some stuff happened, not too long before he came here. He isn't sure he completely trusts the hospital here. So he heads to Prim's apothecary.

The man who enters the place is older than Prim would remember him, maybe a bit harder around the edges too. He has some battle wounds from his recent abduction back home. There's bruising around his neck and scabbing around his wrists where he had been restrained.

"Hey, kiddo." He says, voice still scratchy from almost being choked to death. "Looks like you finally got this place up and running."

Prim remembers Derek very well. It wasn't that long ago that he and Venus helped keep watch over her and she will always be grateful to him for being her first friend here in Itinere so long ago. So when he walks in, she brightens.

Until she sees the differences. Concern laces her features and she moves forward so she can inspect him.

"Yeah, it finally worked," she agrees. "I've got more here than I ever thought I would. I'm glad to see you, but... are you okay?"

Gansey catches Prim's network post, but rather than reply, he decides to go check out the apothecary. He wanders in, hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. He's wearing a salmon colored collared polo shirt and a pair of boat shoes. He pauses in front of cabinet of herbs. "You're quite well stocked here," he says when he notices the young blonde.

"I'm glad." Glad for Prim that she's got herself a set up like this now, a place to do what she wants to do, a place to keep her busy. Derek knows how important purpose can be for a person. People need to have their thing, keep busy, have a direction to go in. Stagnation isn't good for most people. Just like he'd needed the rec center, she probably needed this place.

"Uhm..." He draws a deep breath, trying to decide exactly what he's asking for. There is so much wrong with him right now. "I need something for a wound that hasn't healed yet. And maybe... I haven't been able to sleep. You have somethin' to help a guy sleep? But I don't want anything that takes... I want to still be in control of me. No heavy drugs. Just... help. Sleeping."

The wound is arguably the easier part. Prim just nods, making her way to the shelves and pulling a few supplies down before she gets to work. "I can make you a poultice for the wound and help you with the first application," she offers as she begins to grind up a few of her remedies into just that. "You'll need to coat this on it and then bandage the wound until it heals and if you run out, come back and I'll make more."

That's the easy part. The harder trick is what comes after she gets that ready and placed into a jar for storage.

"For sleep... I can recommend a few things." She's got some knowledge already from her life in District 12, but she's also been researching since she got here. "Lavender to put in your pillow case or under your pillow. The smell is said to help people relax and sleep better. Valerian you can crush up and infuse with hot water like tea. That'll help, too. And you can do the same with chamomile." She pulls all of these down and starts measuring them out in enough doses that he should be good for a week at a time with each.

Prim turns when she hears someone enter, but she likes to let people look around when they come in. So for now, she hangs back, keeping up the restocking until he decides to say something to her. Then she comes over with a little smile. "I think a lot of places here have that luxury," she admits. "If there's something you see that you like, you're welcome to take it." She'll probably wish up a replacement soon anyway. "Or if you need anything but don't know what, I'm here to help."

Derek stands back and watches her mix the poultice, listening to her instructions for the application. That is the easier part. It's probably going to hurt like hell, but that's okay. Derek has been in physical pain lots of times. He's in physical pain now. He can take it.

The sleeping is going to be the more difficult part. He knows this. His mind is not in a good place and that's a lot of what's been keeping him awake. How do you fix those dark places where there is no light? He doesn't want to be drugged. He wants to stay sharp and able to wake up immediately should he need to.

As he listens to her though, he pulls his shirt off to reveal old bandages on his chest and abdomen. They probably need clean bandages. He peels away a long strip down the center of his chest where the skin has been eaten through with some chemical almost to the bone. The skin around the wound is burned away. It's scabbed over, having had a week to heal so far. Derek still winces as fresh air hits the wound. Then under the bandage at his side on his abdomen is a knife wound that cut in deep. There are bruises around his neck, at his back and around his wrists.

"But I'll still be able to wake up, right? Nothin' too heavy." He asks of the sleep aides.

Prim's concern only grows as Derek starts to unwrap his bandages and she quickly moves to help. After Gale's flogging in 12 last year, Prim has learned to stomach the worst injuries. She still hates the sight and the idea of people being injured. As soon as they have the bandages off, she moves to apply her salve, spreading it on and coating the injuries as best she can so they won't get infected and will heal better.

As she works, she tries to focus on what he's saying to her. "It's not morphling; it's natural remedies. They won't knock you out so you can't wake up. They just help your body in its natural state."

It's a solid strategy. It gives them a chance to get comfortable in the shop before they're ambushed, not that Prim is ambushing. He nods a little absently. "I suppose stocking and inventorying is quite easy when one only has to wish for it." He smirks a little as he says it. "It's quite amazing, you know. The process by which something arrives here from wish. I've spent a long while trying to analyze it."

He looks to Prim finally. "Have you something that might help strengthen the ley lines here? I know rosemary is for clarity and luck, but I'm not sure what to use for strength."

Derek has been injured many times before, never to this extent. These kind of injuries are usually reserved for other people, people who are a part of the cases he works with the FBI, people Derek usually either saves or doesn't. This time Derek had been the one who needed saving. He didn't much like how that felt.

He lets her put the salve on his wounds. Natural remedies are good, less chance to take any of his control away. He needs that control right now.

"What's morphling?" He asks.

Analyzing, huh? That sounds interesting. "Have you found anything out?" Prim asks curiously. What else is there to this place that they don't yet know?

When he asks his next question, her interest turns to confusion and her brow creases. "Ley lines? I'm not sure what you mean." That's a term she doesn't remember. "What kind of strength are you looking for? Physical strength? Fortitude? Spiritual?"

Prim frowns as she works, having forgotten that people wouldn't know what a lot of Panem things are. "It's an addictive drug, used for pain mostly. Some use it as an escape." She remembers some of the Victors got hooked on it for that reason, as a way to get away from the pressures and horrors they remembered from the Arena. "The effects vary, but it's very easy to get addicted to."

So she would never give it to Derek, even if it were the last thing available. He clearly doesn't want to take that risk.

As she finally finishes rewrapping his wounds, she steps back and gives a slight nod. "There. That should help. You should probably change them every few days to make sure nothing's getting caught in your wounds." No infections, please. Prim does not want to deal with that.

Derek knows about drugs being used as an escape, so he nods his understanding. Reid had had a problem with an addictive drug for awhile. And Derek is too much of a control freak to ever want to be out of complete control except under the right circumstances. Morphling sounds like bad news all around.

"Yeah, I think I'll steer clear of that." He says.

He's trying really hard not to wince as she dresses his wounds. But sometimes it really hurts and he fails. When she's done, he's glad for that. "I'll keep an eye on it."

His muscles ache as he pulls his shirt back on. "You and your sister doin' alright?" He just remembered that Prim has an older sister. His memories of Itinere seem to be coming back in small increments instead of in one big swoop.

Prim doesn't blame him for wanting to stay away. She does, too. The only time she ever used it on someone was to help Gale's pain after the Peacekeepers flogged him in the streets of 12. It's nothing she would ever want to use on herself.

"We're okay," she answers slowly. "It's been tough since the sky fell. I think that scared both of us, but I was glad I had you to help. I know Katniss appreciated your help, too. You and Venus." Katniss would not have managed nearly as well without someone to look after Prim. "She's back to hunting and I'm here. So... we're okay. How are you guys? Before all this."

Gansey takes a deep breath, tilting his head in a sort of shrug. "Nothing definitive. I've got a great number of theories, but I can't prove any of them just yet."

"Ley lines are alignments of places of significance in the geography or culture of an area, often including man-made structures. They are in the older sense, ancient, straight trackways in the British landscape. Many people believe they hold spiritual and mystical significance. They're not only British though. They span the world. I've been to see several in the United Kingdom as well as a few in America. I think they're all connected and perhaps they're connected here as well," he explains, trying to keep it as simple as possible. "Spiritual for the ley lines. Fortitude for someone that will be working on them. "

Prim gets that, so she just nods and lets it be. As for the other, she frowns, trying to understand. She thinks she might, even if the references don't make any sense at all. For a moment, she chews her lower lip. And then she moves to her shelves.

"Amethyst gemstones are supposed to help with spirituality." Not exactly herbs and medicine, but along a similar healing line. It's something she's read since coming here. "St. John's Wort eases your mind. That might help. Sage helps the mind and Holy Basil might help your overall body." Pulling all of these off the shelves, she makes her way back to the counter, to lay it all out so he can choose. "You can try it all if you want and let me know what works or doesn't."

Gansey gives her the space and the silence to think.

He nods a little, following her to the counter. He picks out some of everything she lays out. "I'll take all of that. Is there a way to combine it all? Make it portable or wearable. Perhaps a necklace or a bag of some sort?"

Prim considers, chewing her lower lip. "I'm not sure I'd put it all in the same bag, but maybe..." She pauses just a moment longer before ducking behind the counter to rummage through her stores. Finding small pouches isn't hard and soon she has enough to separate each of the things he's chosen. Setting those up on the counter, she grabs a couple of bigger bags, big enough to place each of the smaller ones into.

"We can use the small ones for individual wrapping and then the larger ones to hold some or all. And if you need more bags or supplies, you can always come back."

"You believe they'd conflict or cancel each other out?" Gansey starts. "I suppose I should as why you wouldn't put them in the same bag. Herbology, crystals and such aren't my forte."

He nods a little at her idea. "Indeed. That sounds like an excellent plan."

She gives a slight shrug. "Well, there might come a time where you want to use them separately. That would be easier if they're separate. Or you could put a smaller amount of all of them in one bag, rather than use all of each."

There are a lot of options, really.

With the supplies separated, she hands them over with a smile. "Here you go. Be sure to come back if you need anything else." She'll be here ~~until she's not~~.

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