Jade Fern Grove i may not know my flowers but i know a bitch when i see one

It wasn't until she was halfway back to Xan and the stream that she remembered his aversion to herbs and plants. She remembered his disdain when it came to the willow tree and shooting her down with solution that might help him sleep. She even considered dropping the herbs where she remembered all this and giving no effort to try and help the stubborn child. Instead, she has a grip of a green plant with a purple flower head and a strip or two of willow. She doubted he'd take the willow but she will offer it anyway.

When she trotted back in view, he was still where she'd left him and she'd slowed to a stop and dropped the herbs at her feet.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, lowering her rump to the ground and making herself comfortable. She was sure rejection would come from her aid but the last thing they need is an infected wound getting out of control.