“Well” she muses, looking at her little pile “I'm no healer, so most of these are probably useless weeds” admitting it wasn't hard - sometimes when she brought stuff to the merchants, they looked at it in distain. “I don't even know if I picked up anything poisonous.” But she was still careful not to ingest anything.
The man would introduce himself after agreeing with her. She looks back up at him as he flashes her another grin. She smiles politely, looking from his bonded to him in equal turn. “It is very nice to meet you, Entia and Seze” her head bowed somewhat to them “my name is Willoughby.” She expects questions on where she lives too. Everyone has questions about background.
Or why she didn't belong to a court. “Are you both out here for any particular reason?”
