Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

Indra felt her gaze stray back to the weeds; as she waited for Seff to explain himself she was compelled to inch closer and study the plant. His explanation shed no further light on her confusion: how had he survived? What was Blackfeather Woods? Who taught him so much about plants? How did he get back here?

these questions burned to be spoken; to be answered -- but Indra could only utter them one by one. She settled for the question that bothered her the most: "how do you know about poisonous plants? Why do you need one?"