Avoid the Poison Ivy - Abaven Healing Training

The woman verbally nudged her for her name, and Arpeggio answered absently, "Peggy," into the brief silence before the woman continued. She was more interested in the answer to her questions, but while she wasn't entirely satisfied with the depth of information provided, it didn't seem to be an outright dangerous herb so much as the information provided just seemed a little shallow. If it wasn't acceptable in all circumstances, shouldn't they be immediately taught when and how it was acceptable to use it if they were taught to use it at all? She chewed at her lip with her brow furrowed, but didn't speak up on the subject again.

But luckily, another of the strangers seemed to be knowledgeable in the use of that particular herb, and offered more in-depth advice on administering it. He seemed to shrink in on himself after offering it, though, so Peggy made it a point to try to catch his eye and smile at him. Spider, he'd said his name was. "Thank you, Spider, that actually helps me a lot," she said loudly enough for her voice to carry to him as she did. And it wasn't just to make him feel less self-conscious, either - sincerity threaded through her voice. Knowing the information he provided would let her make better decisions as a healer, and could potentially allow her to avoid accidentally harming a patient through lack of knowledge.

Her gaze went back to the plants, and her eyes fell on the marigolds. She knew the plant as calendula, though it might have been a different variety entirely from the one she'd known. She had a pretty good idea of the minor uses, but she knew that many herbs had multiple uses and wasn't sure how deeply her mother had been able to get into that particular herb in her training before she died. She cleared her throat. "Could you tell us some about the marigolds?"