One Helluva View

The man seemed well prepared to deal with random fatigued strangers, but Peregrine was hardly about to question the will of the most merciful gods. Before she knew it he was laying a bundle of herbs before her, and in her bleary haze she heard the words "Help" and "Energy". How could she refuse. Tsiry looked on, trying to mask her worry with an aloof frown, giving the jackal myriad wary glances. Peregrine peered at the plants, trying to focus her treacherous eyeballs. She recognized it eventually as nettle, and gingerly lapped it up. She was careful to nip what stems she could, a vain attempt to avoid their sting. Soon though its buzzing, rejuvenating effect began to work it's way into her blood. Her breath returned.

Shaking, she sat upright. Oleander introduced himself and his brother, and she nodded to each. "Thank you for the help," she said with a small smile. "I'm Peregrine, and this is Tsiry. We have a habit of getting in over our head." Her grin widened to a wry grimace. It was the truth as much as anything, and the best introduction she could probably afford a stranger. Trouble seemed to follow her, it was only fair that he was warned. The herbs were helpful though, and she sniffed at their remains, trying to memorize their unique tag so she could find them again for herself. Within her thoughts she grumbled, knowing she was now indebted to the male and would have to find some way to pay him back.