Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

Alaric was kind enough to honour the offer he'd made earlier, supplying her with herbs called thyme and aloe. Cobwebs weren't something she was comfortable putting on herself, but she would ask one of the others if there was any need to do so, and then get them to do it. She gave him a gracious smile as she pawed the plants toward herself. They smelled medicinal, safe. She had no reason to believe these were poisons- though she would double check. 

"Thankth, Alaric. I'll remember thith," She said with a faint smile, before she gathered the herbs in her mouth, tried not to drool too much on them, and padded back to the pack.