Blacktail Deer Plateau Flowers for gods

Ash wanted nothing more than to be good at her trade. That she felt had found her, not that she had sought it out. She had rebelled against it for years, truthfully. Refusing to tend to the injured unless she must and here she was. Doing exactly as she had not planned. 

She had meant nothing by her words. She had meant them kindly. She would help him find her if she knew what to look like. She tilted her head though, he seemed thoughtful at her words. 

I ask because you speak so lovely of her, and well it would be nice to know if I would need herbs for an expectant mother.

Truly it was not jest. I hope you find her or she finds you.

His last words made no sense, and she tilted a head, but gave a nod. I will search for the herbs anyway. Just in case.

She should probably also find some to suppress her own season, given that she was not alone anymore, and in a pack of mostly males, that were much larger than she. She shivered once, slightly. Though. She quickly stopped a half forming thought and moved on as swiftly as her brain would allow.