Lost Creek Hollow were you there to bedevil and beguile?

he seemed to accept her answer without question, and his answer was encouraging enough to ignore the small rumble in the back of her mind that told her something was off. she put it off to the odd way he'd greeted her, and though it still pricked at her, his continued words seemed polite. she hesitated a moment before responding, wondering whether or not to accept his help, concerned still with the fact that she most certainly was a burden. "I'm looking for yarrow - it's a bunch of little white flowers, clumped together." she didn't specify what exactly she'd need his help for - though she'd certainly be accepting of help in her search or a point in the right direction, she left him an out at the same time.