Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

Hopefully he'd know what he was looking for-- or at least have some sort of an idea. He'd probably zoned out with her long explanation, but maybe he'd managed to pick up a few key words on its description... oh well.

With a brief nudge to his shoulder-- immediate closeness never being an issue for her-- the freckled botanist began her search for the plant. With her nose plastered to the ground, she scented eagerly for the bitter plant, praying it would be somewhere in the God forsaken forest. Keeping Gavriel somewhat nearby, she wandered after different scents, mostly finding nothing but basil and parsley-- something she had plenty of. 

Some time later, she came across a scrappy little bush, bitter and dark green as it should be. "This!" she exclaims with excitement, her tail waving furiously. She pushes her nose to the base of the plant, letting out a low whine as a bit of reality crashed down onto her joy. "We'll have to dig up a smaller sprout in order to bring it back," she says, which was always a pain-- sometimes the roots would tear or be tangled with the larger plant. "But," she adds quickly, "You can still grab some leaves to take back-- they'll be useful on their own."