Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

Varinril smiles and Mallaidh takes another bite of the apple and spits it out, licking at the exposed part that seems to melt the tartness. She looks down at her apple as her cheeks burn hot beneath dark fur, swimming through one frantic thought after the other. Maybe. What does that even mean? She stifles a scoff midway, spitting out a third piece when she realizes she’d taken another bite.
 
“Me too,” she says, after a moment. She’s never been this far south. Even if she’d want to return to Drageda, she wouldn’t know where to begin. And moving on to something else? That’s the… obvious next step, right?