Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Thanks for bearing with me. ^_^

As soon as Tiger said the word honey, Wildfire's face broke into a smile. Forgetting that speaking hurt, she shouted hoarsely, "Bees make honey!" then fell immediately silent as her throat began to throb. She did her best to control her expression and follow along, though there were a few crazy words in there, like marigold, inflammation, coltsfoot and irritation. She swore she'd heard that last one a time or two. Hadn't Fox told her children to stop irritating her before? The child shrugged, letting it go as she continued to gaze at the array of medicinal plants.

Tiger lowered herself and Wildfire looked her full in the face for a moment, then down at the herbs, then back up at Tiger. What were they supposed to do with them? She knew honey was edible (very sticky but quite tasty!) but it didn't occur to her yet that the would-be Healer meant for her to eat all these greens.