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He managed a half-smile when Sebastian obliged his unspoken request, though it faded quickly to a more focused expression. He listened intently, looking between the grey man and the chewed-up mess that had once been the herbs he spoke of. The silver-furred boy nodded as he went on to explain the origin of the seeds, and the particulars of harvesting them — it was interesting, and he had enough foresight to think it might be useful. But he still didn't say a word. He only took a deep breath as Sebastian moved to apply the plant paste to his wounds, preparing himself.