Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Small white flowers with a yellow center... He knew of a possible site. He patrolled so often, and wandered the forests through, that many of the flowers were familiar to him. They sold out - leaves would have presented a greater challenge. "Hold on, I may know. I'll go check." They didn't need to both go and he knew headaches could be made worse through motion. It was nearby he had seen them, near the edge of the trees where sunlight could catch them; when he came upon the place he was gratified to find them still there.

He caught up some by the short stems and made his way back. They sure seemed to match the description, but there was only one way to be sure. He didn't have the healer's eye. As he delivered them, he was reminded of Harlyn's rush to get supplies when he had been in need of them, but shook the bittersweet thought away. It had inspired his trust in her though, and expounded her worth. This favor was little in comparison. "I hope these are right," he said after he laid them down, peering at them a moment before raising his eyes to her face once more.