Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

She smiles faintly at him, letting herself feel reassured. For a moment she is quiet, running a mental list of herbs that could help, that could be found at this point in time, and in her thoughts she nearly misses Phocion's slightly breathless question. 

"Oh," Poet says, realising she doesn't know. Back to the Valley... she'd thought, perhaps. It was there, anyway, an option while she lets herself wander freely. "Nowhere in particular," she tells him, uncertain. Sensing he might be about to ask something of her (unsure she is ready to be asked anything), she says, "garlic would be helpful, and yarrow, if you can find it."