Bramblepoint Dump her on a doorstep

Aureli was not one to swagger; he only left scent marks so that there would be a clear trail for Leto to follow when she (inevitably, hopefully) came looking for her son. They did not go so terribly far just yet, anyway, but Aureli did not want her to worry. Or to give up and wander off without said son.

"You've done a lot of traveling for one so young," the healer noted, but it seemed he had little else to say about the topic.

They came to the edge of the woods. The lake lay in one direction, far in the distance, while sweeping meadowlands stretched on into the even more distant foothills in the other. Aureli moved toward the meadow, nose lifted first into the air and then pressed delicately into the ground as he began to search. He'd not gone far when he found what he was looking for, and laid sphinx-like on his belly to aim his words at Delos over the plant.

"This is fleawort, or plantain," he said indicating the small, broad-leafed weed between them. "It grows almost anywhere grass does, though better in lowlands than in alpine areas. We can make a poultice of it, which can be applied to your sunburns to soothe and heal them."

He eyed the boy, watching his face for signs of confusion.

"Does all that make sense so far?" he asked. What he meant was, Do you know all those words?