Herbalists' Cache heilende

elke repeated the words, which brought a bow to curve mahler's lips. he watched as his pale-bound child moved away into the foliage to search, ears cupping forward in interest to see what she had discovered.
bittersweet; her name had been the same as the little gilded blossoms that elke gestured toward. "marigold," he grunted, crossing over to stand alongside the girl. "these are good vhen you soak them in vater, and lay them upon a cut or scrape." necessary for his stores as well. "you have done excellently, elke."