Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

She smiles to match his, nodding. "Yarrow flowers in clusters, with tiny white blooms. But be careful not to confuse it with hemlock," Poet warns him, "which is similar in appearance, but with sparser flowers." 

Here the ex-priestess pauses, hesitates. She could leave him with that; Courtland's injury is surely pressing and Poet is not ready to accept any invitations her friend might have for her. But nor does she want to lose track of him either, so carefully she asks, "what plans do you have, Phocion?"