Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

to his words she asked but more questions, her gaze travelling back to the Jimson weed as he sought to ignore it. she asked next of his knowledge, to which the answer was simply. "When I lived in Blackfeather, someone mentored me. She taught me about herbs, ones that heal and help, and poisons that hurt and kill." he told her. few fewer on poisons then herbs, but they had interested him so much he remembered them well. 

to her second question, he replied too with a question of his own. "Why do you want it?" why she wanted such a plant was beyond him, and he wasn't entirely willing to give it over to her without any thought. not at all, in fact.