Luvena
“We’ve all been there” she replied. She’d been there many times, though she tried desperately to continue walking away from that part of her life. “Here” she handed him a mortar and pestle, and tossed in a few leaves of feverfew, along with some poppyseed and mint. “Grind those up for me will you?” She took to tidying up the clinic herself. Drawing back the curtains, sweeping up the dusty floors, and the bits of herbs that littered them.
“You seemed like you were looking for something in the markets” she remarked, heading back to the workbench. “I hope I didn’t pull you away from it.” she felt guilty suddenly, worried that she had bossed the stallion into giving her a hand when he had better things to do. She emptied the bottomless satchel she had tossed onto her workbench only a few minutes prior, and started setting the various leaves and petals onto pieces of paper, sorting each variety onto its own page. When she was done, she stacked them one on top of another, and put the pile down by the window. Finally she set a couple of bricks on top, pressing everything down tightly. She had found many years ago that this helped her stores last further into the winter.
She was still trying to catch her breath, though she tried to keep them even, wary of alarming Gareth. “Noor didn’t accompany you this morning?” she immediately regretted the question, knowing it might draw attention to her own lack of bonded, or that she might be perceived as rude for asking.
@Gareth
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