How It Always Goes

Rœkia shook her head at the girls question.  "Nothing lasts forever and the older it gets the weaker its effects." She was impressed at the questions the girl was asking.  Clearly Ásvor had a keen interest in herbology and she wondered if that interest was being met in the girls pack or if she was simply curious enough that talking with a stranger on the matter didn't perturb her.  Rœkia supposed she ought to give the girl dosing instructions, warnings and similar things which she would do if she were a decent responsible instructor but really the little tot would learn plenty experimenting on her own.  

Rœkia portioned out some herbs for her little apprentice then stashed the rest into her pack, shifting it on her shoulders as Wolf came down to perch on her back just behind the pack. "No, child.  You'd need to ingest the herbs for them to take effect although…. I don't think I'd let them soak in my mouth for too long."  Rœkia winked at the girl.  "Find some grass and you can tie them together and carry them in a bundle.  Now if you'll excuse me I really must be going on my way."

"Speech"