And God Sent Down The Rain

To be honest Lúta was grateful for the silence as she went to work on her tisane. Social interaction could be exhausting for her the majority of the time and she wasn't sure she could talk for the entire length of a storm. She unwrapped the marshmallow and set it aside before unwrapping the comfrey. Once she had both herbs unwrapped she set to mashing the amount she wanted with her paws until she had fine crumbles. She eyed the bowl she had in front of her, guessing how much to fill it with each of the dried herbs.

Her ears flicked at the sound of metal on metal and she looked back into the cave but didn't see the cat anywhere. She could fathom a guess though as to where the curious create was hiding out.