Scarcity

Petra through for a bit, she too had struggles with not being afraid and snappy at everyone who approached her, an issue she did want to fix but everytime the painful memories came and she was forces to be on the hostile side of things in order to keep others away and stay free of more injuries and unwanted injuries. Scars that were never to be gone, always there to remind her of the dangers of trusting and letting others come closer.

This wolf was forgiving, if only she knew others could take that on their advantage... Many could use somone's kindness against them. Make them suffer and fall under cheap manipulation and ultimate pain. Yet she didn't feel like giving sermons the stranger. This wasn't the time or place to do so, and she knew nothing of them.

"Difficult situation, it would depend on the location. If you had your own garden you could use any of the available plants. For along as they wont represent an adverse effect on the patient. Maybe... you can use it on small dosis but confidently through the time of recovery. Maybe on smaller amount it might last longer." It was the best idea she could come up with.

"My name is Petra and you?"

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"Speech"