Hushed Willows Shake The Willows

Grace wagged her tail as she limped along, and was more than happy to welcome her dark friend on her adventure. Once, she wouldn't have so much as let a strange male so close to her and her personal life. But then had come Esaro, he who she now believed had been her first love, and opened her up to the idea that not everything with a dick was out to hurt her.
Her mind went back to she and Starks first meeting, when he'd chosen to patrol over come to the medicine den with her: in truth, it had hurt then, but now it was less than worth a laugh, if only because she now looked at herself childish for reacting as such.
Funny, how less than two months can really change a person, or perhaps it was the famine swiftly changing the russet girl. Either way, her golden eyes sparkled as she nodded and gave Stark a real answer, one that would help her work go faster and let him know what to do in one go. Never did her pace slow, despite the limping, even when the ground became softer. 
              "Of course you can, Stark, I'm always happy for the company. Not looking for anything specific really, just how everything has grown. I know it probably all might look pretty close to the same for someone who knows little about herbs, but if something looks like it isn't growing well, just gimme a nudge or something?"