Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

"The poppy seeds are just for pain," he told her, though he was sure she already knew that. "And since you asked for the marigold yourself, you surely know what it's for." It might be nice to have another medic around, actually, he thought, though part of him bristled at the idea. Perhaps he was a bit possessive of his pack - definitely protective, and he didn't really trust other hands to take care of them. He was the best for the job.

She seemed nice, really, and he didn't want to get too irritated at the glance toward his stock of herbs. A bit defensive - nobody was allowed to touch that. He'd worked too hard to gather and sort them into perfect piles for someone to mess them up. "Are you thinking of joining Ursus?" he asked, making himself useful by cleaning up the rest of the herb water with a pat of moss.