Felltree Marsh I don't know how I'm going to win

She gave a submissive whine as he remained rigged against her embrace, that seemed to help as he thawed like the flakes that settled into her fur. Then he asked. Flowers? She gave a soft chuffing sound, a replacement for laughter to prefect the damage of the stems in her mouth. He was always confused by her picked leaves, dug up roots, and flowers. For a moment she had not responded, she leaned into his touch but before long she had to answer his question. 

She gave an exaggerated nod before she gentle set the colorful blooms at their feet so that she might speak without hurting them.  "Flowers." Her tail swayed and her ears lifted before she continued, "these help with inflammation and keeps infection from forming." The healer explained, her eyes twinkling as she explained parts of her trade. At last, she was no longer useless.