First Do No Harm

”It is, isn’t it?” She commented softly, imagining the flower he spoke of in her mind's eye. She could no longer see the world around her, but she remembered a lot from her younger days. Getting lost in the past was easy, and she felt sentimental, especially here in Imperium’s old lands. Rhythm allowed herself a bright grin at Alarr’s enthusiasm, she loved his young passion. He may not have been from her womb, but he was a child of her heart.

”If I remember correctly,” (or Kat googled right…) Rhythm started, taking up her thinking pose once more for effect. ”We should only need to harvest the flowers themselves.” She told him most confident in her assessment. The flower was common but that didn’t mean she harvested often. ”We can dry some of them, or make them into tea or a salve.” She continued, her mind thinking about the possibilities. ”Be careful not to damage the green parts, it’s getting close to winter but we might get another harvest if we’re lucky.”