Jade Fern Grove i may not know my flowers but i know a bitch when i see one

When Xan defied her instructions, she stared at him for a long moment after he finished speaking. Her blinks were slow while her mouth parted, tongue running the curve of her lips. She’d gone out in search for what she’d brought and he was already denying her help. Her ears drooped against the back of her head and she wasn’t entirely sure where to go from there. Part of her wanted to turn around and walk off and the other part wanted to take the herb and shove it down his throat until he choked on it.

“It will make sure your shoulder won’t get infected. Just keeping it clean won’t guarantee and if it gets infected, it—” she cut herself off, turning her head in another direction to try and figure out if it was worth it. She sighed, shook her head, and turned. “Nevermind.” And off she went.