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(insert refusal to get ready for work in here)

Begrudingly, she took follow of him as he led her off in some direction. To her, it felt random, but then again it would have seemed that Tatsuya knew roughly where he kept things. She hadn't thought of him as a healer and still withheld that judgement; for all she knew, he was probably apt to give her something that would relieve her pain and make her deal with the runs for days. It would have been just, as she hadn't exactly been fair towards him in the past.

Not that she cared to remember, or consider the possibility of what he was liable to do as they made they way onward. It was a short jaunt that to Echelon took too many ages, and she did not withhold the sigh that came out of her mouth as he instructed her to wait. Her, wait? Never. She waited long enough for him to start rummaging within the earthen den before she paced towards the proverbial doorway, testing the musty air in his wake.

"No," she answered when prompted, gritting her teeth as her face responded equally with a tinge of pain. When it came to the mysteries of plants and their healing properties, she was lost. Her eyes trailed over what she thought could have been things to heal, but could have been anything.