Visting the *Achoo* Healer

"You have no idea how professional I am at bumpin into babes with a pumpkin on my head. I've got it mastered. As for killin ya, I rather not. You wouldn't be as beautiful dead, as you are alive. "

Ashton stepped on the side of the den entrance, a gesture of 'ladies first'.

With remements of laughter from his previous statement, Ashton appraised we self analysis.
"I'm glad ya kept track of what's tha matter with you. Helps me get taster little medicines to help you out. And from what I'm hearing, sounds like you just got a common cold, babe. Nothin ta flame about. But I'm glad you came to me so early, because in weather like this, that crap mutates fast as hell, and comes back with twice the punishment."

Ashton gave the grayscale femme an appreciative look,
And went to explain what concoctions he had for her in the infirmary.

"When you go down this hall, there's a spiral of steps. There's firefly light leaves pasted on the walls everywhere, so no need to worry about falling over or stepping into any weird stuff. There's a hall of dens down there, and in the floor of each one is the same amount of soft furs I saved from meals, sanitized and sterile, of course. Not only that, they have lavender stems in there, so stress free.

As for the medicine I'm gonna give you, you just might light it. Hell, I like it. It's a drink of blackberry juice, basil leaves, and the remaining healthy pomegranates I have left. The combination takes you on a groovy trip, sweets."