Herbalists' Cache Hoping to hit you somewhere vital

There.

Snuffed out like the teeny start of a wildfire by a gust of wind. 

The recognition, the mention of her father. It was something she didn't want to talk about, didn't want to hear about. She especially did not want to hear about it from a stranger who seemed like she barely knew them at all. "Thank you. But no. I've spoken to Artyom" while she'd clearly been put in a worse mood by tone Lainie was a good child and was still polite, turning to the herb the woman produced and repeated the name, Anise. It looked feathery for a plant, identifyable enough that she nodded sure that she'd be able to keep it in mind. "What about for pain? Trouble sleeping? Joints?" she couldn't help it but the woman knew her stuff and where else to ask than a place that reeked of so many medicines she didn't know where they'd start looking. Not wanting to seem like a totally helpless child she added "Soaking in hot water helps with muscles and joints. Pain too. Sometimes soaking in cool water helps too" if there was ever someone to speak from experience it was her.