Excitement of her own raced threw her, as she listened to the male ask a question. Something she was unsure of but remembering her mother speaking of remedies of rosemary, garlic and wormwood. Which could all be dressed upon fish or anything or just plain, but some wouldn't taste the greatest. Mae would be the first to admit. The young lass's nose to the ground, sniffing - tracking. Then the scent of garlic rose, she would dig down into the moist wood, plucking out a bushel of cloves. Holding them lightly between her teeth. Mae would take them over to where Crux had waited, before dragging a leave and setting the cloves of garlic upon it, before she would go and bury the rest.
Wormwood now. It would grow were there was more light. Finding a small patch, picking a few sprigs of it freely. With a tender smile she would place it along side of the garlic, while taking a glance to Crux. "These should help, I can go catch some fish, or make a oil that can be ingested with anything or alone. It might have a bitter taste, but can always use some honeysuckle, honey and clovers to hide the scent and taste to make it a little sweeter." Stating gently.
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