The herbalist

The younger healer went off to gather some marshmallow. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here awhile." As long as the weather was decent she was happy to use her alone time to get some crafting done. Not that she disliked spending time with her husband, but every so often a woman needed some time alone away from her spouse. What was that saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

Well, she had a few more projects to work on. Ragna dug around in her back until she found some fresh spikes of lavender. Some would be dried later but for now she wanted to make a tincture. Sowelu had given her some white wine to use for such a purpose and she was eager to give it a try. There were a number of herbs that she could use to make a tincture but as she had the lavender on had she felt it would be worth a try. Picking up one of the fronds in her teeth she began to chew it into smaller pieces to fit in one of the little glass bottles she'd pilfered out of a human dwelling.