Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

She was sullen now, and he resisted the urge to bark at her. To tell her to stop it, to just go back to blissful ignorance - but it didn't work like that, did it? He kept his mouth shut, having tried to reassure her but in the end having insulted her. This is why he didn't have a mate; he was too prickly. And they were too emotional. They being women.

He smells the yarrow too. He twists his neck awkwardly, grunting softly. The woman has a nose for it, he'd give her that. But does he praise her? He finds that'd be even more awkward. Locating the bright yellow flower, he even more awkwardly approaches it. "Do you know how to properly collect herbs?" Holland asks her softly. He was useless with his leg wrapped in cobwebs.

But he could instruct her.