a trip down memory lane

His ears pricked at the variety of flavors she had tried out and her reasoning for infusing the meat he'd just eaten. It made sense. His father had used all sorts of plants to treat illnesses and mend wounds, so why not infuse the food they ate with the things that would help them? It was ingenious, really. "That's impressive," he said, his tone genuine. "My father would have loved that. He was a healer too and he was always looking for ways to improve his craft." The corners of his mouth turned down in sorrow as he remembered the man. Finally Pyrrhic added with a soft smile, "I have no doubt he would have been thrilled to learn how you did it."

Pyrrhic watched with a veiled expression as Iolaire inspected the nearby vines. He wasn't sure what she was doing and he didn't like not knowing, but he also hated to ask without having some sort of an idea already. He didn't need to be right in his assumptions, he just needed to have them. As it stood he had no clue why she might be poking around the vines. Medicinal value, maybe? If they had some sort of healing properties his dad surely would have made use of them when they lived here. So what then?

He gave up and settled on asking. She wouldn't know the state of his thoughts anyhow. "Looking for anything in particular? Maybe I can help; it's kind of the least I can do seeing as you fed me and all."