Stay your pretty eyes on course...

"Is that so?"

Ganymede hummed softly in thought as he raked his nails through the lavender buds to pull them into a closer pile past all the boneset bundles around him.. "Maybe not, I haven't taught you to do that yet after all. Give it time though." He couldn’t help the light teasing he gave back, ears perking up at the rumbling laugh that made his chest feel light and fluttering. It was such a nice feeling, settling in his bones and bringing a soft smile back to his lips.

Tilting his head some so he could meet the fiery orange eyes before there was a face much closer to his own and teeth gently carding through the fur of his cheek, smiling widening. "Tell me more about these plants that might help these old bones from aching." A man after his own heart, asking about the plants he held dear. A chuckle bubbled up as he turned his head and reached out to nip at Ultyr’s chin, grasping the fur there and tugging gently before letting go so he could pull a jar of willow bark and ginger from his pouch. "This as a tea will help make those old bones stop hurting, could include some ginseng too if you don't mind some extra side effects." He mused..

"speech"

"other’s speech"