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Eshe smiled at Arric's answer. He was such a nice guy and only wanted the best for everybody; she was glad he led the pack with Akavir. "Excellent," she replied, eyes shining in the early-afternoon light. "And it shouldn't take too long with both of us working."

When he suggested their next steps, she nodded in reply. "It won't take long," she promised. "I just have to go and get some lemon balm and grind it up." She bounded to her den and went to work. The process didn't take long, and when she was done, she emerged carrying a pouch she'd made out of some reeds.

"This should be enough," Eshe said, placing the satchel close to where Arric was working and watching as it unfurled to reveal the paste. "But if not, I can always make more."

"We'll apply it once we get closer to the actual plant—we should be good for now since we’re only working with the roots."