If I'm Not Strong

Healing itself was hardly anything Sota was skilled in, but he knew enough about plants (and trees, of course) to get him by. Before joining The Hallows he'd spent most of his time wandering on his own for so long now that sometimes all he had to pass the time was the environment. He spent plenty of time exploring his surroundings, and today he was content to do the same to help Aranea build up some herb stores for the upcoming winter. Perhaps he might not know what was most useful, nor for what, but he could certainly help her find something of interest. While the growing was still good it seemed like a good idea to find some herbs that were more rare.

Sota was glad to stretch his legs. Staying in one place didn't suit him, though he'd had to make do due to necessity. What he really wanted to do was climb among the trees, but sadly for him he was sure he had a long way to go before he reached that state again. Staying on level ground seemed a much better option, especially given the fact that he still walked with a slight limp, and when the weather changed he often felt his leg begin to ache. But today was a pleasant day and he was feeling more himself, able to keep a decent pace - slow but steady - as he trailed along after Aranea. "What do you think we'll be able to find?" He spoke up after a moment, twisting his head around to watch a small bird passing them by, swooping down low toward the ground and then up again. This was a peculiar landscape, so he wondered if anything exotic might grow here in the soggy earth surrounding the mangrove trees.

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