Blackfeather Woods like a shot to the face

Potema offered her assistance in finding the right word easily, something Althaia noted and made her take a little more kindly toward the female. She had long ago given up on the notion of "friends", weeks, months ago, but Potema seemed someone to rely on. As she rattled off the short list, one of the names resonated in her mind as the one she had been searching for.

"Goldenrod." she said simply. "That was it." she added, small smile on her face again. "And poppy seeds would be great. Sleep has not come easy." she admitted, wondering where they would find Goldenrod here. Perhaps she had a stash?