“Qilin… qilin…” Falke mulls the word over in his head, knowing it from somewhere, but he can’t quite pull the image up. Shaking his head, he indicates that he’s coming up empty. “Yes, please. I know the name from somewhere but can’t quite recall…” Ah, well. Blame it on the heat and the sweat. Falke acknowledges to himself that he may not be thinking quite as clearly as he usually does and then moves on.
When the two of them stand before the flower, Falke bends at the waist to pick it up and examine it, turning it in his palm so that he can note all its facets. Gods, the sudden yearning to abruptly depart and head back to the clinic so he can study it is strong, but he is held fast - first by politeness, and then by her words.
“A cure?” he repeats. They’ve had no mention of a cure in Stormbreak yet. “What cure is this? Ten... lilies, you mean?” He’s going to need a little bit of an explanation here, though with what he knows of the water and the lilies, it makes sense.
