Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

An insipid refusal met her pointed ears. If only Varinril could lay her motives bare, to show there was not a malevolent bone in her body. But her companion seemed to have a healthy weariness about her. An instant "yes" would have made herself leery. A self-governing proclamation showed enough of the mystery. Only by a sliver.

She - whoever she is - doesn't need help. Varinril fell silent, letting the weight of that statement sink in. True, it is summer. As such, there is no shortage of prey. Even so, a lone wolf can only accomplish so much. And that's not taking into account any misfortune thrown her way.

"Okay. If you don't need help...can you at least help me?" She gestures to some leftover blobs of the fruit. She just wants an apple. C'mon.