Morningside Cuesta parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Kelsier was not sure what to make of this story! A woman, saved by a man? He blinked softly at Faun, a hesitant smile pulling at his expression. It was a fanciful notion, but he could not help thinking he liked it. Kel could hardly picture himself as any sort of savior, but what if? What if?
Would love to hear it sometime, He said. But not now; right now he wanted to learn more about Faun, this soft creature who seemed as if she might be more at home in a flowering meadow than this snowscape. Do you like flowers, Faun? She was an herbalist, so maybe it was a stupid question, but Kel wanted to be sure before he brought her a gift. And he would. He surely would.