She hadn’t seen her friend in a while, and she missed his warm laugh, and his soft eyes. He could often be found here, in the Orchard, but it felt like some time since she had run into him last. She used herb gathering as an excuse to come this way, and it was a great place to find little treasures, growing in the fertile soil. But she knew the truth, and as she arrived once more to find it barren of his scent, she would let out a soft sigh. Not one to waste the day, the younger healer got to work. She grabbed fruit fallen from the trees, she liked to experiment with their pomace, to see what herbal properties they might provide. She also nosed through the undergrowth in search of hidden treasures that might have blossomed with the approach of Spring. The buzz of insects was loud, especially near the fruit trees, where the insects feasted happily on some of the more rotten castoffs. The scent could be a little strong in places, so she tried to stare clear of the denser areas of the orchard. All in all, it was mediocre work, she didn’t find anything new or interesting, but she was able to gather a few herbs that she knew would serve her well. "Speech"

Ashmedai staggered, wounded and satisfied, through the orchard, humming lightly as he went along. The blood had become gel-like, but still flowed in some places and it hurt like hell, but it had been fun. A lopsided, toothy smile took hold of his maw. He just needed to get some alcohol in him to numb the pain then he could meander around till he found a healer like always.

Being spring, there were less fruits to get drunk off of. And honestly, he didn't have much time due to the oozing of the deep x-shaped cuts on his chest. Not that he was complaining. He just hoped it looked cool when they scarred over. Ashmedai rolled a few fruits with his paw as he hummed along. None of these were fermented. Damn you, spring!