Herbalists' Cache heilende

Medicine. She spoke, trying out to see how the word settled on her little tongue. The plants, certain ones as it seemed, could help others who were hurt and sick. Doktor. Her father had always helped both she, her sister and mother so it seemed fitting then that he would be this thing. 

I like that. She spoke on behalf of doctors and found herself bounding forward, searching, looking, upon her father's word to do so. She finds a little bundle of young, rounded golden flowers and noses at them happily. Marigold, unknowingly to her. These help? She questions excitedly.