belladonna and nightshade

He was a man of few words, and Belle could respect that. The man dipped his head as she offered her name and answered her question simply. Marshmallow. A plant that she didn’t often seek out. Though she knew it could be used for cough as well as reducing pain and swelling. She watched him as he shifted, careful to shield his next haul so she wouldn’t have a chance to take it for herself. Belle offered him a hurt glance as he did so.

”I believe you were told correctly.” She offered him as she slipped from her branch and joined him on the wet earth. She didn’t approach, not wanting him to get too defensive about his horsetail. ”I thought I saw some blooming a bit of a ways back,” she had seen them closer to the entrance of the mangrove forest, though she was sure it would be growing all over the banks of the water that flooded the trees.