Ulma didn't have time to react to this shot. She hadn't seen it coming, either. As Oliver fell, she groaned quietly and tucked the leaf into her sleeve. It seemed that she wouldn't get to sell it later after all. All that gloating she'd get to do, gone in a second.
Well, first things first. She had to move him. It was no good making up an antidote if he was going to stumble around disoriented and get shot again as soon as he woke up. Looking at him, she had no idea how much he would weigh. He was tall, but he was also a shapeshifter, so he could be as light as a snowflake or as heavy as an entire mountain. The easiest thing to do was just to try to pick him up herself.
She carefully positioned herself so that she wouldn't get shot too – that would be the stupidest thing she'd ever done – and dug her hands into the dirt underneath Oliver. She braced herself... And almost threw him over her head, he was so light. Well, that answered that question.
She set him down carefully a good three feet away, then went over to Ugly, who was chewing the moss off a tree trunk as if nothing much interesting was going on, and rummaged around in her bags. She pulled out a pestle and mortar, a pair of tweezers and a couple of glass bottles, all of which she carried over to his still body. She slowly pulled the thorn out of his arm, careful to get all of it so that no more of the poison could seep in. Then she took the leaf out of her sleeve and started grinding it into a fine paste. It would work better dried, but she really didn't have time to waste. The longer the poison was in his body, the harder it would be to treat and the more painful the recovery would be.
She made quick work of the leaf, and mixed half of it into a spoonful of the purified clay that was in one of the bottles. She smoothed the poultice over the wound. It wouldn't cure him completely, but it would buy her some time to make a proper medicine, and might even wake him up so he could take it more easily.
She poured a small amount of liquid out of the other bottle into the mortar and started crushing the remainder of the leaf into it. The liquid was mostly water, with a small amount of alcohol to make sure everything dissolved as it should. Even so, it would take a couple of hours for the oils from the leaf to diffuse well enough out to make an effective medicine. Until then, Oliver would just have to hold on...