Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

Her voice softly punctured the air, and he drew his attention to her immediately. A turn of the ears, the glance of his eyes, curious and borderline intense. Revui had more knowledge of plants than most would have imagined; he had been cut, scraped, bitten, broken, and put back together by enough women that he had picked up on little things. Plants did not interest him for the fact they were plants, but he did have an appreciation for some of their uses. In the end he nods briskly, once.

He thought of Speedy first, and dismissed her as readily; then Tzila and the dark woman Serem, both of whom had terrorized him in a pit while mending his leg. Reminded of that ordeal, he sank back a step, testing his weight on the limb while giving the pale woman more space - but then subtly intoned, Birch bark for pain. Moss to carry water. Poppies -- but sparingly.