Blacktail Deer Plateau I call through the fog

As she examined his neck, Atticus felt a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. Embarrassment that she saw him injured and weakened -- no male ever wanted a female in whom he was interested to see him so -- and exhilaration because she cared enough for him to offer her advice, and because she touched him. To her advice for treatment, he commented, "I don't know what aloe or bergamot look like." He looked at her, shrugging and grinning sheepishly, "I spend my time beating people up, not making them better. Could you describe what the plants look like, in case I come across some while I'm out near the borders? If I find some, I'll bring them to you."