Herbalists' Cache Rocky start

You're totally fine, post length could be any size and it won't phase me at all! ^-^ (and sorry it took a while to respond)

Eloise had some of her own injuries to tend to, with that attack from weeks before making it difficult to maneuver at times, but the woman was still a natural born caregiver nonetheless -- if another was in need, she'd offer her assistance whether they asked for it or not. Regardless of the situation.
and this was one of those particular situations.
Eloise had decided to wander away from Ashlyn's side for the time being to seek out herbs for her shoulder, which was still a bit raw from some neglect on her part. Yet she became distracted when the presence of another waltzed into the feilds, and from a distance,  the owl stood dormant behind a tree to watch what he'd been doing.
He stunk of old wounds -- well -- old blood to be more specific -- and looked in overall bad shape. He seemed to be trying to mend the scrapes and scratches that covered his hide himself, and Eloise couldn't help but wonder if he knew how to use the very herbs that surrounded him.
Ellie had grew up in a sheltered, pampered life away from much socialization, so the idea of waltzing up behind the man and peering over his shoulder did not strike her as strange. Or potentially dangerous.
Which is exactly what she did, if you hadn't guessed.
"Cursing out the herbs will not turn them into paste, Sir"