Noctisardor Bypass anemoia

"do you,"

he had meant to keep his eyes away from her, not stare too long or too hard, but he found his gaze drifting to her paws. one of them motioned to her throat. he was not certain he had learned a plant for throats just yet but he had a...loose idea.

i can make a tea, he offered softly. i need to go to the pharmacy for it but...it should help.

chamomile, he thought, might be well for her in these moments.