First Do No Harm

Álarr flinched as Rhythm brought up her lack of sight. He had forgotten and he felt very embarrassed that he had. "Aw man, I'm sorry auntie." He didn't know how she managed. He couldn't imagine living without his sight. Álarr stared at the flowers and tried to decide how to describe them. "It's an orange and red flower that's really ruffly. The leaves are kind of fern-like." He hoped he was describing it well enough but if not he was sure that his aunt would ask for more details. Maybe if she recognized it she could tell him what it was for, if it even had a purpose. He knew that some plants didn't have a real practical use.