Bramblepoint And I give up instantly

They are better with you. She admired meekly. You come back to them. No one else tended to them.

Some plants seemed more rampant than others. Whatever delicate care they may have once seen, was lost to Callyope's eyes.

You are a healer, Half a question and half a statement. Her mother dealt with plants and herbs. She had seen the way her mother would collect things.

She thought much of her mother, away from home.