she runs on indignation

Citali inspected the fruit of Reek's toils with a careful eye.  Of course it will do, he wanted to chime, but he kept his mouth shut.  To be honest, he was happy to comply with Citali's commands.  She was, in fact, a better healer than he. It was a fact that a few months earlier would have cause Reek to be bitter toward the Amazon.  But with a more level head, Reek now knew there was much to learn from the trained healer.  Now, getting her to teach him what she knew and fostering a shred of mutual respect— that was another story.

"I'm just glad I was able to help," he offered to Citali. "Seriously, if you ever need a helping hand with your garden, don't hesitate to ask."  Reek had never grown anything before; he had simply gotten by with scavenging what he needed when he needed it. Having actual, living specimens would surely make the whole process more streamlined, and Reek was all for efficiency.

She mentioned a clearing that Arion was familiar with. Reek then turned his gaze to Arion to say, "Lead on brown one," with a slight twist of sarcastic flair.