The Sentinels Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

"T-ahh-yon," Osprey spelled the name incorrectly, while noting to herself that this was a pretty complicated and foreign name. "Manners - heh - I did not begin our meeting politely either," she pointed out to the fact that she had been swearing, when the guy had found her earlier. 

He offered his help in case she needed one, but Osprey realized that it would take her a lot more time explaining, where to find the herbs she needed than going there herself. "You can accompany me on the way to my den, where the stuff for my aching leg is stashed," she offered, "and you can divert my mind from the pain by telling stories. Or jokes. Whatever you are good at? Sounds fair?"