Bramblepoint Dump her on a doorstep

This stumped him. Aureli had been close to the age Delos was now when Ulysses had taken him on as an apprentice, but his memories of that time were clouded by time. He remembered only that following Ulysses had seemed like a grand adventure, and that learning from him had always been fun —

Or, at least, the closest approximation to fun that Aureli could access.

"If you can find it, you will get a prize," he decided, though he wondered himself what sort of baubles he might offer the child. It would likely turn into a more long-term endeavor — but if Delos proved himself intuitive in this, Aureli had reason to cultivate a relationship with the boy.

"Now, remember: purple, drooping flowers. Astringent scent. Close to water," he instructed, waving the boy off when it seemed he was done with his meal. "And don't put it in your mouth. I will instruct you on its uses when we find it."

He left the rest of his fish for Moke to finish and was soon ready to follow in the boy's pawsteps.