Herbalists' Cache suffer well the aftermath

Seregryn continued to chew on the grass, deciding quickly that she would not show weakness by spitting it out, right off the bat. But the woman's words hung in her ears - the tone of them making Sere want to bare her teeth, but that'd be an ugly expression. Like a child with spinach stuck in their teeth. So she chewed and chewed, and chewed, and... Eventually, the grass became a paste. Finally, she spat the wad like a cow would spit cud; licking her lips, Seregryn waited to see if the woman had more to teach her, or if she should choose to leave her to her foolish plant-based duties.