The Wind in Flight

Saren listened intently as Luta described how you used marshmallow. For coughs and sore throats in tisane form and for small injuries when the roots were ground up. He repeated the words a couple times in his head to help the knowledge stick better. At least now he knew the intended use for the plant and wouldn't do things like eating it raw which was a fast way to learn if something was good or not, he'd learned that the hard way.

Why was he interested in healing?! That was certainly a question to ask. Of course Saren knew why he was interested in healing. It was easy, at least to him. Healing didn't involve talking to people directly or extreme physical activity, neither of which he was particularly good at. He wasn't sure how much of that he should tell though, she was a total stranger after all. "Umm, it's" his bad social skills had kicked in once herbs were no longer the main topic. "I don't" He took a second to breathe staring at the herbs he had gathered, in...and out. "They don't speak, they're simple." It wasn't that hard of a question to answer, he just didn't do well with strangers, you never knew what they would do. He liked things he could predict and wolves he didn't know well weren't one of those things.