Jade Fern Grove Done messed up

He listened intently to the man's explanation as he chewed the root. Guilt flashed through him; the stranger could have been lying, sure, but he sounded genuine enough. Ali leaned in to apply the freshly finished poultice now, gentler than before.
You don't sound bad to me. The boy offered; he could certainly relate to making a lot of mistakes. It's— life is hard. Sometimes that means... you have to make hard decisions to survive. Okay, maybe he was projecting a little here. Just a bit.
Alarian was undeniably relieved by the change of subject even if he had already explained, having moved on to securing the poultice with the cobwebs now on each wound. Chervil root, it's what I showed you. Oh, and—
He nudged a few small, black seeds towards the male. Almost forgot about these. Poppy seeds, for the pain. By the way, what should I call you?