Bramblepoint when the cold wind is a'calling

She nodded in gentle affirmation, meeting Arnarkla's shrug with an understanding smile. "No trouble at all," she murmured. The girl glanced around for a short moment before padding gently toward a patch of earth—a small cluster of sage, its silvery-green leaves distinct and fragrant. She crouched beside it and gently plucked a few of the leaves, their scent sharp yet comforting.

She held them out for the pair to see, the leaves delicate in her paws. "This is sage," she said, "good for easing pain, settling nerves, and—if you crush it just right—helping to draw out toxins. It grows just about everywhere, but it thrives best in open space."