Mores the pity

Iolaire's eye twitched a bit. Rising from her place, she padded forward and placed her dexterous digits on the fleshy part of Basilisks left ear. "No fever, so you must be in your right mind." She then gave him a gentle bonk on the shoulder. "No 'My Lady' garbage. My name is Iolaire. Use it."

He seemed taken aback about the prospect of being 'allowed' to learn something. He kept throwing himself to the dogs. Iolaire had begun to suspect that the boy was not a simple guard. She couldn't see Aslatiel keeping someone against their wi... yes she could. Nevermind. Gold eyes rimmed in green narrowed slightly as she inspected the boy up close. He was big. He was fit. She could see a few scars under his fur.

Still suspicious of him, Io motioned for him to follow. She took him to the sweeping steppes of the garden and motioned to them. "My garden. If you wish it, I'll teach you how to make one just the same. I can teach you how to cultivate plants, transplant them, harvest, process. I can teach you the uses for each." She took a step back, letting him see himself alone in the garden. Dizziness and fatigue were hitting her again, so the dainty healer found herself sitting. "It will take time and dedication, but if you have an open mind, I can teach it."