Jade Fern Grove his heart was trapped in a cage

she pauses in her gathering when he offers the description of yarrow, though this time of season she's not sure there'll be much around. still, she could be wrong - this is her first spring grown up and aware of the changes in the land around her. "what's it do?" comes her question, dipping to gather all she's gathered in her maw once again and make her way back to where a small pile seems to be starting on the bank. depositing what she's managed to gather (less than he has, though she blames her bum leg) she pokes at the mound of it, all different shades and textures. she quite liked she feel of them, and it seems plenty to her. "is this enough?"