Spotted Eagle Mountain that's why i'm calling you back, cause i gotta run soon

She did not reproach him and that, combined with her fascinating words, drove the anxiety from his mind. A Rook? A bird? "Really?" he whispered, looking at the ring with a new sense of wonder. He watched as she put it away, knowing better than to touch it or to even voice such a rude request. The deerskin was quite interesting, as well, but it paled when compared to the garland and the...herbs?

"Herbs?" he asked, looking at the leaves. His mother had used some grass or something once, he remembered. It was a vague, dark memory - likely from when he was very young. He thought, maybe, that it had been for his sister. "What to do you with those...? Do you...eat them?" Diaval was no medic and hadn't ever been treated by one, either. A plant was a plant to him and it was either a leaf or grass. She stored them and it must have been for a reason. Surely she wasn't feeding on them?