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the girl beams with pride, tail lashing. she follows neatly after the healer, carefully depositing the mint into the pile aphrodite points out, grin still etched on her muzzle. she moves further into the den, inhaling more of the scents here. "can you tell me more, 'ditey? I wanna know all the plants, please." she wants to spend as much time here as possible, wants her own gently drying and fragrant piles.