That old book smell

Gwynevere gave a thoughtful hum when Emile asked if there was more and she looked at the two bundles of poultices and concoctions that they had brought down. "Well, there's only a few jars left upstairs, but I can handle bringing those down. This was the bulk of them." She appreciated him wanting to help though so she certainly didn't want to discourage that and it was a good lesson in making herself let others help her rather than overworking herself. It was something she had done ever since she was a pup and it was a hard habit to break - especially now after her mother's death and feeling as if she needed to work even harder to help support her family. She was the only healer among her siblings and she felt that pressure to always be ready to treat them if anything happened.

"If you wanted to help me get these on the shelves that would he really helpful," she said as she started untying the bundle in front of her. She nodded to a couple empty shelves in front of them and said, "I cleared these off to store all the preprepared poultices so hopefully they'll all fit here. If not maybe we can move some other stuff around or maybe I'll just keep some in the infirmary instead. It just doesn't make sense to keep them in my room since I'm not treating anyone in there usually." She started carefully picking each one up and placing them on the shelf, the task slightly tedious but one that needed to get done one way or another.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"