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Gyrovagus
a vagrant monk who wandered from one monastery to another. http://dictionary.com

Comfort:
"She would think of the recipes for poultices or decoctions. Some were complex and required a great deal of thinking, thinking that left little room for sadsome ideas about the death of her friend."
 Decoction is a method of extraction by boiling of dissolved chemicals from herbal or plant ...Decoction involves first mashing and then boiling in water to take out oils, Decoction can be used to make herbal teas, teas, coffees, tinctures and similar solutions. http://www.wikipedia.org

"She took her daily sip of the quassia infusion and began to calculate the number of days more she would have to sip and build up her tolerance to the herb."

 Quassia
1. A tropical American shrub or small tree (Quassia amara) having bright scarlet flowers and yielding a fine-grained, yellowish-white wood.
2.A bitter substance obtained from the wood of this plant or related plants in the family Simaroubaceae, used in medicine...https://dictionary.search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt

Comments

bermudaonion said…
Those are all a mouthful and they're all new to me!
March 11, 2015 at 4:43 PM
Tea said…
Thanks for stopping by, bermudaonion. I agree.
March 12, 2015 at 12:27 AM
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