Smoke for the Soul

Aurelia was so engrossed in her task that Caedes' presence startled her, drawing her attention before she offered him a warm smile. She beckoned him forward, to which the dire brute obeyed; coming to seat himself at the workstation and the space she had offered.

As Aurelia resumed her rhythmic grinding of the herbs into a fine powder, Caedes observed with keen interest. After a few moments of silence, she cast a sideways glance at him, her question hanging in the air. Caedes leaned in closer, emerald gaze studying the assortment of herbs she was working with. He nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the familiar scents as she ground them into a fine powder. "Yes." The brute replied, his voice low and measured. "Kava. Lavender. Chamomile. Valerian." He listed off each herb, his knowledge evident in the confidence of his tone. But what would her method of application be?