Hideaway Strath you were never meant to be a tragedy

Sorry rushed first post before meant that I left out his current appearance

Vein smiled at the fern like leaves and the long stem that supported now dried but feathery leaves  and it’s almost sickeningly sweet albeit enjoyable smell was no less pungent now then it had been fresh,  The flowers on top were pretty to look at, thought not was pretty as the one he had given it to. His smiled widened as he heard her voice, what a pleasant melody.

His deep and yet rich intonation held it’s own rhythmic accent “It is called Sweet Cicely, something I’d use to sweeten bitter brews, or in a tea of it’s own to help with Sore Throat, or coughs and nausea, some females end up with cramps during their heats and a tea with this would help ease that as well, It has it's uses in poultices for sores or skin irritations.”
He lifted his head and looked around, distracting himself from continuing to bore the poor female with the uses. Healing was his passion second only to serving the gods “If only there were drinkable hot springs about, I could make some tea to offer you.” 

His gaze returned to the charming thing before him “Humm, don’t suppose you’ve seen or heard of Hotsprings near by? I could also use a bath and I don’t relish how cold the stream might be. Should I get that wet.” He motioned to his stained fur, though the red stains were now more brown then anything. The white priest had painted his face in a bears blood, he carefully painted a stripe below each eye and along the top and bottom of his muzzle then he had painted lines down his sides with his nose. Though only he knew the meaning of those lines it was clear they were deliberate.