Tea Time!

he felt bad again. did the pure-blood have to use any of the precious resource for healing him? did he resort to shoving it down Thaddeus' throat when he was in a violent fit just days prior? the moment he met Chrysanthos, he wasn't sure what had even happened until now. he knew he flickered out of consciousness for a few weeks but aside from that, he wasn't entirely lucid. he did, however, feel his tail wag as the man praised him. just slightly though. no need to overdue it.

the healer bent down to collect it, and Thaddeus bent down too. trying to copy his digging, it felt good to throw his paws in dirt. even if it was to collect a stinky, smelly plant. okay; that wasn't fair. he didn't know if the root smelled that bad. he tried to focus on the fact the plant itself was pink, wondering if the weird shrine made it like this or not. were roots typically pink? he felt stupid asking that so he didn't.