this house don't feel like home

As the moments drew on, she became more comfortable around her new acquaintance. She'd never met anyone that feigned an interest in healing so well - or really, at all - and it was difficult to imagine he was lying to her. It was even harder to try to contain the sudden need to teach that overcame here. This was her purpose in life, she was certain of it. It made no sense to not share what knowledge she had with others.

She smiled at his words, feeling humbled; she was as happy to share what she knew as he was to learn it. He seemed eager to watch, and so she would show him, her head gesturing to the side as she invited him to join her as she returned to the task at hand. It was tedious, but worthwhile. "Just try not to sever the plant from the root, if possible,"  Ara instructed him again. "It's easiest to loosen the dirt around it before pulling them up."

He mentioned a virus. Pneumonia? That was serious, and she frowned, brows furrowing in concentration. "That's a good idea,"  she said thoughtfully, through a mouthful of watercress, which she placed gently beside them. "That's why I got into healing, actually. To help my family."   It was an admirable wish, and she found herself smiling as she turned to gaze at him again.  "This watercress may be of some use for you then,"  she added, having gotten off-track for a moment. "It's not very strong, so don't expect it to be a cure-all, but it can help coughs in some wolves."