Pretty in Purple

The flowers had a light but distinct scent and Ulmaria worked to commit it to her memory. Theory explained that they were indeed chamomile and Ulmaria's tail wagged rapidly. She bent her head and nipped the stems of the flowers, picking a few to bring back to her uncle. She listened attentively as the older woman explained what inflammation was. Oh, ok she understood the bee sting analogy. She'd gotten plenty of bug bites and had also noticed that when she got cuts and scrapes sometimes the skin was red and swollen around the scrap. "Yea, that makes sense! I didn't know it could happen on your insides. I think my uncle will really like these flowers. Thank you Theory! I hope we can meet again."