Larksong Grotto Moves west, flowers' shadows

When Veteran apologized, Sobo worked to slow down his breathing and calm his panic. It was his own fault for not paying attention to his surroundings. He was often alert due to being timid, but botany always had a way of distracting him. His tongue lashed nervously over his lips, but he did manage a small chuckle at himself for being so jumpy.

He was surprised when Veteran asked if the flower was medicine. He'd half expected Veteran's disinterest. That was what he expected of everyone now, which was a sad way to feel for a young boy who yearned for friends but wasn't the best at making them. The hint of enthusiasm in the Duskfire boy's voice excited and emboldened Sobo, who nodded vigorously and swallowed the lump in his throat. De root, he said, it be good f-for panic attacks and pain. But it be rare. He was quite surprised to find it growing here.

Veteran went on to announce that his mother was the best healer in the whole world. The boy's willingness to talk to him melted Sobo's nerves away like they were butter. Wow, he exclaimed, impressed. My manman be a priestess and healer as well. A very good one, but not de best in de world, I do not t'ink. Well. Dat be your mom, ya say. If she was the best in the world, she would have been able to save Haunt. Maybe Lane had the power to do that, but it was too late. Are ya one too? A healer?