How It Always Goes

"Ah!  At last!" Rœkia grinned as she found a patch of Salvia closer to the ground and she quickly set about gathering it. Very delicately stripping the plant of its leaves and laying them out in on the warm stone to bake and dry.  Wolf flew down and landed next to her, using his sharp beak and talons to strip more pieces. "By drying the salvia we can keep it for a long time.  Wolf can you fetch my bag for me?"  It was a good sized bag but currently empty so she was certain her companion could handle it.  He nodded and swiftly flew off as she turned to address the girls question.  "A hallucination is when you see something that's not really there.  Like if I thought there was a bear behind you but there isn't, it's just a shadow in my own mind.  That's a hallucination.  Hallucinations can be useful for interrogation."  They had a good haul here, more than she really planned to use. She cocked her head to the side as she gazed at Ásvor. "If you like you may take some with you."

"Speech"