The Heartwood Casual Greetings

"Mm." She made a warm sound to let him know he'd repeated the information correctly. It was a shorter version of the truth, but truth enough. He was listening. That was all she needed to know. What he did with that information was up to him. If he was truly aspiring to be a healer, he'd best remember all she said, not just his condensed version.

Alas, she was ready to move on and find her own version of the plant. She shifted, moving as if to leave when he asked her another question. She pressed her eyes closed and counted slowly to ten before opening them. Moving plants... this would open up another dialogue.

"If your home is not too far from here, you're welcome to try. Careful while digging it up. You'll want to preserve as much of its roots as possible. If you pass by a stream, dampen the roots or they will dry and it likely won't thrive in its new location. Make sure the new soil is of similar caliber to its native home or it might die during transplant."

She thought on it. A dying plant was different than a dried plant. Ugh. So much to explain. "If you unroot it and let it dry naturally, they tend to retain a light greenish color and are still usable. A plant that yellows tends to be more of a defect with the overall health of the plant." There. It was her simplest explanation.