Phoenix Maplewood That's the Spirit

She merely grinned, obviously entertained by how literal Cita was. At first, it had been a little off-putting. Nochtli couldn't honestly remember if they'd gotten along right off the bat but knew that at some point, she had started to understand the way the Medic thought. That understanding had amplified exponentially once the two were suddenly lone wolves together and refused to separate. They'd been through a lot and Nochtli was happy that things had happened the way they had. If not for Tyrr being a complete idiot and abandoning them, perhaps she and Cita would never have become such close friends.

An outright laugh now as Citali turned down her 'advance', tail thumping against the ground in her amusement. "Oh, stop it. I know you have feelings for me." A jest that would be obvious to others was shot down by Nochtli herself to assure the mocha medicinal magician that she was playing around. "I'm kidding. I remembered you telling that Marigold could..." She reached for the memory, one eye squinting shut as she racked her brain. "Help keep wounds from getting infected. Wasn't sure if you had any yet so I brought it for your garden."