Sleeping Dragon Howlite

short post, sorry guys!

The woman continued to look mildly alarmed as Gavriel spoke of a garden, involving a head. Opting to rather not continue to question how a head could possibly contribute to a garden of any kind, she blinked and turned away from the conversation to the topic of a new one. The other woman exclaimed, alarming Rebekka for a few seconds before realizing this was of excitement rather than rage. The words 'thank you' was not one she had ever used in English but something that was easily translatable; Rebekka inclined her head in a slight nod. Some of the next few words she could get, mostly the gist of moving and the time of winter coming upon them soon. Eyes flickered from Portia to Gavriel, a blank gaze upon her features for her only further use would be to move the body parts to wherever the healer had planned. The woman really had nothing better to do than offer her services, and partially for her curiosity in the strange foreign woman.