Grouse Thicket Where the wild things are.

He motioned to the crushed grasses and herbs and she gives this a glance, but answers obliquely, Mostly grasses for indigestion. There is no point in sharing any deeper details with a layman. They were ruined anyway. The crushing had forced their natural juices out and they bled in to the soil to nourish the dirt instead. It is not a big deal, there is plenty of it.

While he stammers, she looks him over again. It is hard to miss the massive scar on his chest. It looks to be well treated, and quite old. A wound like that would have been nearly impossible to correct and she is glad she is meeting him now, after recovery, versus as a fresh layer of damage. Most of her skills had already been put to use on Raleska and Praimfaya, and while Stryx was not superstitious by any measure, sometimes she did wonder if all her luck had been spent on the two of them.

She nods her head to his thanks, a stern little smile creeping over her face. It is not her place to ask after his past, he is a stranger (and an odd one at that) but she has a professional curiosity - What happened to your chest?