Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

as it turned out, cadeau understood ingram's reticence. he gave an assured smile, unwilling to offend her. it was not her -- she was just a stranger, and he happened to be very protective of blodreina. maybe if he knew cadeau better, things would be different.

so far it seemed the woman was proving incredibly resourceful -- at the very least, she seemed genuinely kind. ingram tried to soak up all of the information she imparted like a sponge, but his brain was, in many ways, as full of holes as a sponge -- most of it simply trickled out.

"thick logs," ingram murmured as cadeau detailed the risks of thinner branches. she continued on, mentioning the properties of a few plants he barely knew... and then she mentioned salty water. ingram frowned; the only place he could get that kind of water was the coast, and he had no way to carry it back. this conundrum was pondered over for a few seconds before ingram at length spoke. "okay, so logs that aren't too thing. salty water for cleaning a wound, and marigold -- which is a round flower?" he looked to her in all seriousness, and then blurted, "are you saying they are fat?"