Silvertip Mountain bileflowers

He seemed pleased with her answer, going as far as to inform her that the prince's kindness was not easily given. She wasn't sure what that meant for her, but she supposed that his kindness was offered because she had been kind as well. She gave a small smile anyway, his words filling her with a strange warmth she tucked away to examine later out of sight of his too knowing gaze. 

And they had reached her den. Arielle walked inside, looking around at the plants she had tried to categorize. There was one big pile of 'unknowns' she wished was smaller, but she tried to tell herself it was about progress, not perfection. 

She walked to one pile, glancing up a Merrick. These are for wounds, she told him. The next pile she nosed a bit before she explained: These are for pain. She pointed out the plant she knew to help nausea and the one she knew to help soothe emotional upset. Then she moved to the middle near a large pile of leaves and grass, smashed and matted together from use. It was where she slept. Arielle circled a few times before laying down. She looked over at a large collection of various plants. Those are things I'm unsure of for now. She looked back to the bear king, waiting for his reaction. Her gauge of how well she was doing was based solely on his approval.