The Sentinels my soul won't take

His question roused a briefly confused expression, but she quickly remembered the point of their trek. Her breath finally caught up with her, so she answered as best she could: "I wish to restore what the medics used on me," at the very least "- and maybe add some gifts, if any can be found." Flowers were out of season so she did not expect to find those. Perhaps there was something of equal value on the shore of the beaches? But they'd have to climb down from the Sentinels and the ridge upon which they roosted just to look. That would be an adventure for another day. "For now, just herbs."

With that explained, Eigma got to her feet and began searching. She kept her head low, probing patches of reeds or batting at the thin layers of frost upon the ground to uncover anything of value.