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Plants? Stjornuati also likes plants, said the red sister plainly. She had accompanied her pallid brother on many occasions to hunt for herbs. Valmúa had no interest in such things. There were certain things that grew that she found intriguing, but none were of the medicinal purposes that Meadow searched for.
As the woman moved away, she followed in step, appearing an expert at minor annoyance for all of the wolves of the Watch. If there was one skill she could call herself a master in, it was indeed the art of getting beneath one's skin. I come to see you of course, she said, words slipping from her tongue like venom. I have heard only good things, lítið dádýr. You are a healer? She was actually curious, despite her prickly exterior.