Noctisardor Bypass anemoia

She watched his face, saw his expression change when an idea clearly occurred to him. He voiced it, mentioning a tea. Druid tried to remember if Mahler had ever mentioned such a thing to her, though she couldn’t recall. She hesitated. She wanted relief, but she didn’t know this man.

I’ll go with you, she rasped, readying herself. Although every word hurt, she added, What’s your name? I’m Druid.