Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

"Huh."

Pepper had never been high before. It was only a concept to him. He'd heard of it, sure, but never been presented with the opportunity. Not that it interested him. Or, he thought it didn't. 

He considered for a moment, whether he wanted to ask for help. He felt as if asking would be giving some power to his injury. Ignoring it had worked for so long, but it was getting hard to ignore. And this was, for the most part, a stranger. Pepper didn't really care if Phobos knew. And it's not like the little wolf had any say in what was or wasn't weak, judging by the look of him. 

"Any of 'em make pain go away? Or hurt less?"