No, it's not. Except for physical wounds. But an assuager, perhaps. I don't equate the words but I don't know how it was used in her time. I've called time a salve.

My thoughts on grief are instructive. The pain pockets of grief have infinite depth, that these chasms can cause tears at a moments notice no matter how much time as elapsed, yet as the pockets drain, their infinite depth leaves foom for infinite amounts of Light to enter our lives.