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Yeah. Ashlar plucks the root he's been exposing with his teeth and tugs, hard. It strains and then suddenly comes loose, trapped in his jaws, the strong taste of it overwhelming him for a moment.

He lets it fall next to him, then rolls it to show it to her. It's ginger. Papa said that he would bring it to mama, before I was born, to help. She would get sick. He looked at her, shyer than normal. He did not know how much he could assume, or what it was right to say. But he was Hæland.

I wanted it, in case you needed it. He'd gathered many plants already for wounds or for infection, to stave off pain and to help with fever. This was something new that he'd only remembered when he'd noticed her scent and the way the others acted. If she didn't need it, then perhaps others would, if more joined and spring lengthened.