Jade Fern Grove his heart was trapped in a cage

brisbane doesn't pry for the circumstance that led to the wound, but mostly because he held onto the belief of doctor-patient confidentiality. he didn't need the details to heal her and he's not nosy enough to pretend that he does. she offers to help gather some and he doesn't protest — his mother might've, insisting that the patient shouldn't help look for whatever medicines that was needed, but brisbane wasn't his soft-hearted mother; so long as the patient was capable of helping look for what he needed he wasn't about to turn it down. the gathering process would go a lot faster with the both of them and if they collected enough he could make sure she had some moss to spare though without someone to apply it for her having leftovers might be a bit useless.

sterile means its clean and won't make the infection in your wound worse. it's the first time he's ever had to explain what it meant, finding her question amusing ...likely the same way his mother'd found his own questions during her mandatory lessons amusing. it was good that she wanted to know the details, brisbane thought. in case you happen to come across it, yarrow is a small flower that is tell-tale by their white petals and the fact that they grow in bunches with thin stems. the moss will do for the time being and as that's what they head from the bank in search of he imparts the information in regards to what yarrow looks like to her just in case she'd need in the future as she appears eager enough to learn.

brisbane veers left, shrugging through underbrush as he finds a tree whose trunk is covered in olive green moss. he begins to pull it from the bark, gathering as much as he can carry in his mouth before he turns and heads back to the bank and deposits it in a dry patch of grass.