Lion Head Mesa Malachite

Tavina is not insulted. She humors her gatherings and Eset helps lay them out- organizing like plants with her nose. The end result is- well a bit chaotic, admittedly. Even her untrained eye will know this.

She steps back, giving the sesh room to analyze the findings. Behind her, the Doctor’s stores are meticulously kept, cataloged and placed in their appropriate vessels. The beds are cleaned and awaiting patients. It is such a foreign, curious place, but its smell is filled with the thistle she’d come to associate with Tavina.

“May I ask, how did you come to learn all of this? It must have taken a lifetime,” she wonders.