Hushed Willows consumed with that which it was nourish'd by

thelxiope hazards a correct guess--surprised, atwood nods, scooting closer. "yeah..d'you know her?" he asks, leaning over the herbs as she explains how she uses them. medicine-y stuff too -- his eyes trace the lavender, committing to memory the details of its shape, the clusters of fragile, pale-purple petals. it's fragrant, too--his nose itches a little, but he finds he doesn't mind. 

"cool," atwood says, looking up at her once again. "what kinds of wolves have you healed? d'you have any stories about it?"