Hushed Willows In a long black veil she cries over my bones.

Eat them? She wasn't a rabbit. The most foraging Tavi had ever done involved munching on fresh grass when her stomach ached, and that was mostly because she had been irritated at how pristine the grass had looked at the time. She squinted down at the pile as if contemplating what to do, and then began to pluck at the leaves. She chewed them slowly at first, reveling in the odd taste and the texture as the leaves became a paste across her molars. The girl's offer of sweetening the herbs was not taken, although in the future perhaps Tavi would change her mind. She grabbed another between her teeth and began to chew that too, and in between trying to chew the fresh leaves and swallow the old ones, she murmured: They taste weird but not bad, gulp. Are you sure this will work? It felt strange to be eating leaves instead of meat. How were they supposed to help Tambourine?