Like going home

When he'd been asked to come out here and see what was of worth for healers, he had quirked a brow in question. He knew what grew here, this had been his birthplace, but he supposed it might not be so evident to others, and if Gilgamesh was trying to make a point, it would help to be able to lay out the offerings on the table so to speak, so he gathered up a rag-tag little group to come and comb the beach with him. He gestured first to the spikey stand of aloe vera that had seemingly expanded in the time they had been away, “We'll want some of that but watch your paws on the edges...” and then he gestured further down the beach. “There should be some beach roses down that way, not sure if it's close enough to summer for them to have berries yet, but they're always worth having on hand...” He turned his own attention to the shallows.

There could be potential to expand their available resources if they fashioned some rockpools along the shore... A thought for another time. His attention had been caught by something orange in the corner of his eye. He hadn't noticed that before...

“Speech”