Redhawk Caldera On the mend.

Pride welled inside of her as he assented, and she knew then that this was testament to the level of trust he had in her. She grinned reassuringly as he sniffed at them, answering his questions, "Just eat 'em as they are. They'll taste funky and probably be weird and scratchy going down, but trust me -- they'll help." The little cluster of plants wasn't very big at all, easily chewed and swallowed in one mouthful. She had prepared it for him by soaking it in the cold water of a nearby stream to rehydrate the dried-out plants. Once well-soaked, she had sprinkled a very light dusting of poppy seeds over it. The seeds stuck easily to the wet surface, and as she carried the little bundle she took extra care not to touch or shake it too much so as to avoid too many seeds falling off.