Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

Y’var’la watched Íruna closely, noting the flick of her tail and the subtle shift in her stance. It was clear she was more than just a wanderer; there was a depth to her, a quiet purpose that Y’var’la appreciated—though it did little to soften her aloofness.

"Yarrow, comfrey..." she mused aloud, her tone lightly dismissive, but there was a flicker of interest behind her steely gaze. "I know the plants." She took a step forward, her delicate feet gliding over the underbrush without a sound.

"I am no healer," Her gaze flicked to the ground, "but perhaps... I could help. There’s a clearing not far from here. Just beyond those birches." She gestured lazily with one slender paw, the motion elegant, as though she could hardly be bothered. "You'll find your yarrow there. And some comfrey, if you're lucky. Not everything grows as you expect it to, though."