C'mon Baby Light My Fire

Ragna nodded as her husband mentioned the burnt trees. There were some areas of the earth as well that seemed to have been scarred. She was glad they hadn't been in this land to witness it. Reaching into a skin bundle on her travois she dug around for a small container where she'd stashed some dried chamomile flowers. Carefully unwrapping the flowers she dumped them into a ceramic bowl her husband had made in an earlier crafting session. "Would you like any chamomile tea?" Her husband was particular but she had plenty of bowls if the stranger wanted to partake in some calming tea. Not that one necessarily had to be wound up to enjoy it. Ragna liked a good cup in the evening, especially in the fall.