Anne nodded, "I sure hope so! Here, use this." she offered one of the potions labelled 'boil and blob control' in her own messy handwriting. If the healer woman wouldn't take it, she could just put it back in her bag. Hopefully it would help with that. Anne couldn't imagine how itchy it must have been.

She frowned at Mr. Skeeter taking off on his own. They were a group, after all. Not much had happened. And as of right now, she trusted the woman more than him. She stepped closer, rather than following him immediately. That's what her chaperone always said. It's more proper to stay with other women. And now she could actually listen!