Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

She was correct - it was almost certain he would not find the plants.  He wasn't much of one for taking remedies unless absolutely necessary, even despite his immense respect for the healing trade.  Part of it was a desire not to be a bother and part was an obstinate, hard-headed belief that he could do without.

"Hmm."  Weather changes did make sense, as in his experience, there was usually a cause behind anything.  He was fortunate his was an internal happening... Hers she hardly had any control over.  He wondered if he would still love storms as much as he did were they to bring splitting headaches along.  Probably not.

"There's a tree nearby that may serve."  He recalled the place.  At one point some animal or other had likely made the roots it's home, so there was a hollow at the base.  Enough to provide some darkness at least, if a bit lacking in space.  She was slighter than he though.  "If not, theres some other stands nearby." A stand of pines could provide just as much shelter also.