Lion Head Mesa Some turn to dust or to gold

However, Haizel merely tilted his head. I didn't see a bee, he smiled brightly, wagged his tail, and gave her a rough once-over to see if anything was broken or damaged or anything. Haizel, miss Melody! I'm the gardener. that gave him a genuine chuckle. He tried to make sure she was okay with all the medicinal knowledge he possessed, looking her over as subtly as possible.

But he was bad at both those things, his knowledge in that regard lay firmly in how to use plants for already established problems - she could talk without pain, so she couldn't be all that bad, right?