love-me-not

*Gavroche*

His paws worked carefully, trying not to sever too much of the root should he try to transplant the plant elsewhere. It had the winged male wondering though, just how long would an herb stay good to allow you to transfer it? It wasn’t something he’d experimented with prior but, perhaps, he’d need to give it a go sometime. There could certainly be a use for such a thing. Digging up just one of the stalks of the lavender completely he let it fall, grabbed by James’ adept hands before it hit the earth. Taking the plant in hand the pygmy marmoset moved over to the side where Gavroche’s bag hung to place it there.

“Congratulations,” Gav told her as she stated it would be her first litter. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Try to mind your stress levels and take motherwort when you can.” He gave a small nod with a smile. While he had only ever gone through pregnancy with his mate, he had heard tales of females who went through their entire pregnancy and birth without the aid of a healer. This she-wolf was already in a better position than most.

She introduced herself as Eden, of the Pirate’s Plunder. It was an unfamiliar name, but then again most pack names were. It seemed a touch strange that she would bear no rank yet at her age, especially as a healer. His brow furrowed at that, according to Eden she was new in the pack. Her and her… partner? He wasn’t going to pry about that, however. Her breath of hesitation told him there was more to it, but the winged wolf was too respectful to pry into a matter like that. Instead, however, she directed a question at him, and Gavroche’s ears lowered some as his gaze fell.

“Yes, it is.” His body language and tone betrayed him before he even spoke the next words. “I… haven’t actually talked to most about it, truth be told. Though other healers might have advice.” He breathed out a small sigh.

“My mate is… to put it simply… it’s her mind that’s hurt, not her body. She can become aggressive at times, and then, once something snaps her into realizing someone isn’t a threat, sometimes the opposite of one, she goes into a state of shock and anxiety… followed by deep sadness and guilt when all is said and done.” He lifted his gaze back to Eden. “I was told recently that the lavender should help keep her calm when she’s not having an episode. I know the scent of the plant alone can be calming and after her recent episode… I think we’re both willing to try anything. He lowered his haunch to the ground. “She was a former slave… it really did a number on her mind…” He explained.

“Not the happiest answer, but the honest one.” Gavroche shifted a little. He always felt badly explaining things about Bells when she wasn’t there. He was always worried about how others would react. As much as he told her she wasn’t a monster, knew she wasn’t, the judgment of others was often looming. But would Eden fear Bells as a loose cannon, or would her empathy as a healer outweigh that?

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Gathering an Herb - 3 / 3 (Lavender)
Meeting Someone New - 2 / 3 (Eden)

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