Emergency Field Medicine!

Truthfully Tethys hadn't expected to see the man she'd hunted grouse with again, though she supposed the north tended to be... well, different than some places. She'd noticed some of the wolves that lived around these lands often stayed in the far north for most of their lives, reluctant to leave. She sort of felt like that, too.

At first she looked a bit startled at someone leaning so close to whisper to her, but the surprise faded into something more like warmth, giving a slight nod of acknowledgment. "I didn't think so either," she admitted, though both of their attentions turned to Oleander and the lesson he had carefully prepared for them.

She followed along as best as she could, putting his words to mind - they could help when far from home with scrapes and cuts. Maybe those little injuries weren't emergency-level injuries, but patching them up could be useful, to stave off potential infection or worsening of things. That made sense to her. He passed around a bit of yarrow and she studied it thoughtfully, noting how different it looked from most other flowers she'd seen before.

"The flowers on yarrow are always white, or can they be different colors?" Tethys asked, genuinely curious and not just trying to show she was paying attention.

Horsetail came next, which wasn't so much a flower as what looked like a weed to her. When it was passed around she studied it more closely, knowing she might not be able to recognize it quite so easily as the yarrow. Passing it back, she shook her head, signifying she was ready for Oleander to continue on with his lesson.