Silvertip Mountain Archiving my 'herbs'

Chaska was glad she had no regret, though a little worried on how she said it. He hid this worry well, but it still scared him. Just a little. He showed no fear on the outside, and kept a nonchalant look.

"Good. Remember that." With that, he dropped the subject and went to something else. "So what are these? What are their names? And where did you get them?" he asked, lowering his head towards them so his eyes were in line with them, suddenly curious, not knowing the imminent danger of such an action. Perhaps he could implement them into a tale. So far, Zaria had been his best inspiration. You could say she was becoming somewhat a muse to his work.