Herbalists' Cache Taste Of Fame

i decided to go ahead and conclude this.

As Riptide had deduced to ignore her, and did so quite joyfully, she made any offer to help him in a tone that was much warmer than the others she had used previous. The sea witch sneered to the ground and flicked his tail dismissively. “I don't need your help." The sea witch hissed at her, his salmon pink tongue drawing across his lips. "Now leave me alone.” He warned her lowly, willing to chase her from this territory if it came to it. Perhaps she had finally came around but either way Riptide didn't care and was bored by her presence. He was so easily bored. Without any further words and no offered explanation for the sudden shift in his demeanor and mood the sea witch (though these mood swings were a common occurrence for Riptide) continued on gathering his Chickweed, leaving her there to go about her own devices — so long as those devices involved leaving him alone.