The white sheep of the family
Watering can in hand, basket tucked in the crook of the other arm, Loren was walking slowly around the infirmary. His helpers had given him quite the extensive herb garden, so he was watering them. As he did, every once in a while he'd reach for the shears in the basket and snip or pinch a leaf, stalk, or root off of them, placing them in the basket.
When he'd finished watering and gathering, he took the basket over to a workstation in the corner. Reaching out, he grabbed a mortar and pestle. Next he flipped open a book full of notes he'd taken from the Atheneum and the Medical college. Turning to a page on a basic numbing cream, he added the various ingredients and ground them together, fully focused on his task. Even Astra, curled up at his feet, couldn't distract him for more than the time it took to give her a quick scritch every now and then.
When he'd finished watering and gathering, he took the basket over to a workstation in the corner. Reaching out, he grabbed a mortar and pestle. Next he flipped open a book full of notes he'd taken from the Atheneum and the Medical college. Turning to a page on a basic numbing cream, he added the various ingredients and ground them together, fully focused on his task. Even Astra, curled up at his feet, couldn't distract him for more than the time it took to give her a quick scritch every now and then.
Will blood tell
