Recovery

Walk | Talk | Think

He may have chuckled but he did as she asked, falling into step beside her as she led them along and ranted about her time lost. His patience was a mystery to her and she took advantage of it every chance she got, asking questions about healing, plant growth, ailments, anything and everything she could think of. Or, at least, almost everything. The subject of poisons still remained untouched, and though she was curious about the toxic plant life there was still even more helpful remedies to keep her preoccupied for the time being. And somehow, even though she was liable to grow impatient over slow plant growth and mix ups on her part, she knew he would not abandon her and her studies. He had had plenty of chances already. If she was going to scare him off, it would have already been done.

It was that patience that shone through now, acting as a balm to her anxiety and irritation and making her realize that even now she was still capable of progressing her training, even if not in the way she was accustomed to. She glanced sidelong at the male and then away, silvery blue eyes scouring for any traces of green within the wintry white of the winter snows. "The cold would have killed most of it," she remarked about the potential plant life growing on the Steppe, not entirely relinquishing her sourness over having been sick and missing out on prime training time. Despite her statement, Callisto continued to look, her slow pace affording her a more thorough chance of finding something worth investigating. But there were some plants that she knew had to be growing right now, plants that she knew first hand to be helpful and worth taking note of...

"Do any of the plants used in the cure grow here?" she asked, her voice taking on the curious tone that she typically adopted during training lessons. If she could maybe find some of those - and remember what they were called for reference if nothing else - then she thought she could make use of her walk to do some training after all.