Duskfire Glacier lust

Ashlar led. As he did he watched the other man shyly from the periphery of his gaze, listening as he detailed the plants that he knew. I know ginger, for the stomach. It's... kind of a bulb. He answered, though he did not know if it grew in these places. He was glad to now know an alternative.

There's flowers. I don't know of many that help, but garlic helps against some sickness. And infections, but not if there's bleeding. Baba had told him this would make the bleeding worse. He needed to be careful to use it only when the wound was stopped. It looks like a thick grass, but when you dig it up, it smells... spicy? He lowered his muzzle uncertainly. It's hard to describe.

There were others, he thought, but he couldn't recall them now.