Herbalists' Cache dove diving

Ashlar perked up some, instinctively, when she said she was in need of a medic. She didn't look injured, which would have caused more immediate concern. Instead it seemed she simply might need his help. He would be happy to, if he was able!

But then the bard quailed a bit. Would he be able to? I'm... um, I'm not very... I don't know everything. Or much. But if I can help, I want to. His face heated beneath his pelt. She was nice and there was no reason to feel intimidated, but he felt more on the spot than he generally would at the Rise. There he knew Avicus was aware of his limitations, but here a stranger would call him a medic. He was barely a medic in training in his own mind, with leagues to learn and a number of personal failures already accumulated.