~ TARKYN ~
The following day, Tarkyn led Harth out to the valley. He found himself still stunned that she was there. Still instinctively checking that she followed, or watching her walk to remind himself that this was real. So their progress was slowed. But through the morning he set snares, then showed her several of the safe plants for food--though there was little fruit on the branches this time of year, and only those protected from frost were still edible.
His use of herbs was limited, but he had a soldier's knowledge. Practical. Functional. Generally focused on the management of a crisis. He showed her the Bloodclot leaves in case either of them was injured. And the thick blades of a specific thistle that seeped clear sap which would soothe burns, bites, or skin that had reacted to something.
