you is kind, you is smart, you is important

After some care from Barnabas the fire came to life and gave off a steady bubble of heat. Whether it was the warmth that bathed her anew or something else at play, she didn't know, but Hazel was suddenly compelled to fix a bowl of tea. She set aside the mortar she'd been holding and took up an empty bowl which she quickly filled with snow and asked Barnabas to set to boil. With that done Hazel had some decisions to make. Her care in deciding was clear as she rested her paw first on one bag of leaves and then another. She went down the line of bags resting her paw on each until one felt right. That one she picked up and sprinkled into the now boiling water. Hazel had no idea who or what it was for. Sometimes nearby spirits came to sit and share with her and sometimes her company was of the living variety.

Hazel's head lifted as a hesitant voice reached her ears. Ah, the living variety. "Everyone knows things. It's just a matter of whether or not they understand them," she said matter-of-factly. Hazel wasn't being humble; that was just fact to her. You could pick a flower for its beauty and understand not a thing more about it. That applied to most things in life. "Perhaps. We'll see if you need helping." She motioned towards the tea. "Here, I made this for you."