Pretty in Purple

"Oh, that's very good then," she said encouragingly. The puppy's energy was so infectious. It prickled something in her, spreading a warmth from her hear to her brain. What would it be like to have a chubby, question-asking, energetic brood of her own? When she had been with Thalia, the possibility had seemed so far from reality that she'd shoved her desire for a family into some distant corridor of her brain. Seeing this inquisitive little soul wrenched it out of hiding and back into the light. Theo wondered who her parents were, if they diligently answered all of her questions or demanded quiet and obedience. Shrugging off the niggling thought, she nodded in answer. "Yes, I'm gathering herbs as well. This is an excellent spot for it, so whoever brought you here knows what they're doing. Would you like to help me?" she ended with a little offer. Perhaps she could teach the girl a thing or two, or perhaps vice versa - you were never too old to learn.