When he steps aside, Katniss cannot help but offer him a soft, tender smile. He didn’t have to go out of his way to step aside, but he had and that was saying something. Perhaps he was not the one who had started the food stores fires. Katniss liked to think that she was a relatively good judge of character. In her many years walking this earth, she had picked up that skill and it had served her well as a friend, advisor, and as a queen.
Stepping closer to him, she continued to gather bits of chamomile, tucking it into the satchel around her neck. She picked in silence for a few moments before she looked up at him. “Are you a medic?” Her voice is soft as she asks her question, not trying to be accusatory but simply a conversation starter. “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re collecting medicinal plants.” She offers him a smile, hoping that it might show him that she meant no harm.
Slowly, she stood fully erect, her eyes looking down at him. She softened her eyes and offered him a grin. “Welcome to Denocte.” She knew he was just a traveler, someone just passing through. He smelled of many places and none of them being Denocte. It didn’t matter, though, she was friendly to all her were friendly in return. “I’m Katniss, by the way.” She turned to take a few steps away from him, looking for other plants to gather for Metaphor.
As she stepped away from him, her eyes rested on the beautiful yellow flowers of the Prairie Rosinweed. This plan could be ground to make a salve that is used to treat pain from injuries. As a medic, she knew that Metaphor used this often. He had used this native Denocte plant on her own wounds as well as those of her Harpy Eagle. Looking up to the stranger, she beckoned him forward. “This plant helps treat pain from wounds. You grind it into a salve.” She wasn’t as knowledgeable as Metaphor, but she did feel confident enough in her abilities.
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