❝ Ah— the herbalist. ❞ AND then, as if to assure her name wasn’t forgotten, ❝ Miss Mitsu. ❞ Her voice feels much sharper in such a soft place, where the light filters through dense foliage and the breeze is so gentle. Cotes Ward was definitely home to the gentler sights the island had to offer. Even so, the quiet has never settled right with her after Crimea. Silence meant an impending attack... Or that it was time to size up the casualties.
She shoves that train of thought to the wayside, rolling her shoulders to smooth out some of the stiffness that bunches them. She was a shy woman, this herbalist, but that’s never stopped Nightingale before. ❝ I suppose it makes sense I would find you here. Tell me, is there anything growing nearby that you would consider useful— medically speaking ? ❞
@faepact ——— s.c.