Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

mona turned to the little heap of green thankfully, its sharp scent revealing its nature quickly. mint, and enough of it to store. the little cardinal did not think this was the end of her sickness; whatever mysterious ailment had befallen her would not soon be driven away. "thank you," she whispered, lowering her muzzle to gather one of the small leaves into her jaws.
the taste of vomit lingering was soon washed away, and her stomach settled thereafter. looking to the man with another grateful expression, the girl cleared her throat. "perhaps we could start over. i am mona." start over, indeed!