Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

Lane fully expected to hear that Imaq was gathering lavender, seeing as they were standing in a field of the stuff. The woman presented her collection-- a pile of stalks with purple blooms, just as Lane imagined-- along with their Latin appellation. Lane might have to confess, she hadn't memorized all the Latin she was taught. She'd always been more of a medic than a botanist. 

"The coughing diseases?" Lane echoed, brow knitting in confusion. Lavender was a mild herb, known first and foremost for its pleasing and soothing scent. For the coughing diseases, you needed something much stronger. You needed..

"Oh! Catmint!" Lane breathed, incredulous. She stepped forward to inspect the pile more closely. "This.. this is really rare. Where I'm from, at least." Lane looked up at Imaq, a newfound respect shining in her eyes. Not only had Imaq managed to track down the catmint source, she'd done it in a field of nearly identical-looking and pungently-scented lavender plants. Lane was impressed.