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Nodding thoughtfully, Loren scratched the back of his head a bit sheepishly. "I've been doing my best to read up on that as well. Recently I've focused on hardier plants that can survive the cold because, well..." Voice trailing off, he gestured at their surroundings, hoping Jigano wouldn't need the full explanation. Then the healer drummed his fingers against his thigh as he grew a little embarrassed. "Though I was hoping to set up a greenhouse at some point." His voice was almost shy as he admitted that.
"Thank you, those will be quite helpful." At the bard's question, the Launceleyn glanced around at the plants already growing in the infirmary. "We already have feverfew, but more will always help. On top of that chamomile, echinacea, aloe, marigold, and cannabis." Looking back at the white-haired man, Loren tilted his head to the side as the companions settled in for a good cuddle.
"Thank you, those will be quite helpful." At the bard's question, the Launceleyn glanced around at the plants already growing in the infirmary. "We already have feverfew, but more will always help. On top of that chamomile, echinacea, aloe, marigold, and cannabis." Looking back at the white-haired man, Loren tilted his head to the side as the companions settled in for a good cuddle.
Never judge a book by its cover.
