we carry on

The occasionally reassuring smiles she received from Regulus kept her insecurities at bay. Every time she spoke with someone new she felt a bit shy, and expected those feelings to be even greater around someone of such authority. But the way he carried himself made her feel like they were equal, and she smiled warmly back at him as he told her about his grandmother who was apparently the best healer in the land when she was alive. "Your grandmother sounds amazing," she said, still listening politely as he said that she had taught him, but he was more suited for fighting and hunting, which did not surprise her considering how big and strong he seemed to be.

The male examined the plant she had pointed out and sniffed at it as she felt herself get butterflies at his closeness. She was tempted to move away, but resisted. Her ears twitched as he called the plant meadowsweet. "Yes," Solveiga said, grinning as well. "I remember now. Meadowsweet." She looked at the plant and tried to commit its names and other uses to memory, and then she nodded at the man. She did want some. Perhaps she could keep a small store of herbs somewhere, or find a way to carry them. She wanted to learn as much as she could about healing.