Herbalists' Cache antistékomai

You shouldn't be out here.

Foxglove would remember those words for the rest of her life. Always she would be able to picture this scene clearly: the tired lines around his eyes, how his mouth moved odd and slow as he spoke, the moment he fell, the moment he fell —

and she shrieked before she truly understood what was happening, running to her uncle's side, sobbing wildly between garbled pleas for him to get up, get up, please get up, please please please