The Bracken Woods I am serious. And don't call me Shirley.

The woman's offer was unexpected, but not unwelcome; tail wagging, he nodded slightly. I'd appreciate that. I'm looking for borage leaves— they help with fever.
Alarian gestured for her to follow, and led her further into the Bracken Woods. He searched for the words to describe the plant, memory slightly muddled after so long (especially since he had only just remembered he knew this at all)— he hadn't really had any need to use the knowledge until now. And even now, it was only preparation. The plant has purple flowers, and it's kind of... fuzzy. Lots of leaves, too.