"Isn't it?" Jigano chuckled at the badger's snarl, amused at the sarcasm. "Hopefully we don't run into any boggarts, though. The squirrels are bad enough, especially once we start heading back." When they went from squeaking their 'directions' and encouragement, leading their potential prey deeper into the Labyrinth to preventing that prey from escaping the Labyrinth's grasp.
"Oh dear," he murmured, eyes twinkling at the story of Loren getting goosed, glad that the mage found such joy in his new form. It was always nice to discover a new one when it wasn't a life-or-death emergency.
He shook his head at the question, a light shrug lifting his shoulders. "It only seems to grow in the Labyrinth, unfortunately. Something about the magic here, perhaps, seeping into the roots?" A wild guess, but with magical plants all bets were off when it came to sense and the natural order. He also scanned around them, trying to make sure they weren't cut off in an area where the branches of the Labyrinth arched overhead.
"Oh, I'm not so selfish as that," he chuckled, waving off Loren's gentleness with a smile and a pulse of gratitude for the other man's delicacy with a topic that was more than a little fraught in the Hollowed Grounds. "I can only Heal myself or those I can touch. The Efas herb can be made into a paste or a tincture and used by those who don't wish to be Healed by a mage, or who need regular treatment for something like arthritis. I pick some regularly for an old smith who does work for me. He... was teaching Caiside," he finished, voice dropping only a little on the name this time.
His smile didn't fade entirely, however, the sadness quickly dropping away as he turned his attention from the squirrels to his friend, head cocked in wry agreement. "Remi would probably tell you the trick is to get me to stop giving advice," he said with a self-deprecating grin. "But I'm honored that you'd ask for it. What is it?"
"Oh dear," he murmured, eyes twinkling at the story of Loren getting goosed, glad that the mage found such joy in his new form. It was always nice to discover a new one when it wasn't a life-or-death emergency.
He shook his head at the question, a light shrug lifting his shoulders. "It only seems to grow in the Labyrinth, unfortunately. Something about the magic here, perhaps, seeping into the roots?" A wild guess, but with magical plants all bets were off when it came to sense and the natural order. He also scanned around them, trying to make sure they weren't cut off in an area where the branches of the Labyrinth arched overhead.
"Oh, I'm not so selfish as that," he chuckled, waving off Loren's gentleness with a smile and a pulse of gratitude for the other man's delicacy with a topic that was more than a little fraught in the Hollowed Grounds. "I can only Heal myself or those I can touch. The Efas herb can be made into a paste or a tincture and used by those who don't wish to be Healed by a mage, or who need regular treatment for something like arthritis. I pick some regularly for an old smith who does work for me. He... was teaching Caiside," he finished, voice dropping only a little on the name this time.
His smile didn't fade entirely, however, the sadness quickly dropping away as he turned his attention from the squirrels to his friend, head cocked in wry agreement. "Remi would probably tell you the trick is to get me to stop giving advice," he said with a self-deprecating grin. "But I'm honored that you'd ask for it. What is it?"
