Herbalists' Cache fever to the form

Olive made true to her word and followed the nameless man deep into the depths of the forest, her nose ever pressed against him shoulder, her side ever attached to his, and allowed herself to be guided fluidly by the man’s movements. How perfect her life was, at this moment! Nothing more could have felt as right as it did then! The pale druid smiled drunkenly up at the brute, letting her further succumb to the emotions at play. Here there were no need for walls, no need to play it safe. The woman was free to be open and generous and lovely with this man, to tempt and indulge with not a single worry to weigh her down. 

If she could stay in that forest forever, she would — but eventually, when the sun rose and set on their third day, the two separated amicably… and that, was that.