Herbalists' Cache so maybe i’m divine, maybe i’m celestial

The questions that came forth seemed chosen at random, but there was a sureness in her voice that eluded to them being very serious. It was an uncomfortable sensation that prickled along his nape, stirring at every little protective bone in his body. Such concern and unease would have been hard to hold back, and while he most surely did through the way his posture held, his one eye was swift to betray his heart. "Yes," was all that he offered her, feeling that concern harden towards uncertainty. Why was she there, asking those things?