Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

She blinked, not expecting his voice to be so...empty.
Her tail tucked instinctively. She'd made a mistake.
"O-ok. Sorry," she gave him a soft smile.
It was good he didn't need help. She wouldn't be much use.

"I'm not, but I know a number of plants and their uses. I'm looking for a good moss to pack wounds with."
Her tail swished softly. Thinking about her passion sucked her nerves away. She knew a bit of what she was talking about. Enough to know what can be used, what shouldn't be used, and what she was unsure about.
It was all about the smell.

"Do you need any plants? I can help you find some maybe."
She hoped so. She wanted to make it up to him for assuming wrong.