Sherry
**Henryk held his tongue for a moment, giving some thought on wha was shared. He would eye her, head to toe. Looks can be deceiving, but the stammering and stutters felt _too_ genuine. Henryk would elect to choose to believe that this woman truly meant no harm. He lowered his guard more. Both hands lowered. His hand that hovered nearby his satchel rested onto it, while his other free hand would lace its thumb into his pocket. Beneath his simple brown cloak were relatively fine wear— casual, certainly not overly extravagant, just dapper enough to give a gentleman's appeal. He now gave Midelia a relaxed posture. Though his facial expressions were cold, it wasn't as though he was projecting any sort of malice. He maintained this aloof aura around him— cold and distant. He wasn't out in the forest to make friends.**

"Henryk. I'm a doctor by trade. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." **He'd introduce himself. There was an awkward moment where he didn't say anything, picking his words, before finally breaking the silence.** "It may not appear so, however, I'm rather busy right now." **He would simply tell her, attempting to wedge more distance between the two, not literally, but rather emotionally.** "If you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."

**He would attempt to walk around her, moving with cat-like movement. It was evident he felt the need to push people away. His mind seemed to be in thought— thinking of where he'd find his next ingredients. It was evident enough before he was searching for more plants. _Worm Wood_ and _Dittany._ Considering the fae's affinity to nature, she'd may possibly know more in-depth about these plants. Worm Wood is commonly used in particular alcoholic blends, but, also is a potent ingredient in healing salves. Dittany, meanwhile, is a therapeutic and aromatic plant, and when swallowed alone, can heighten the healing process of shallow wounds. But, Ditanny was only found along side mountains and gorges— perhaps he was going to chance it at the mines? Or possibly seek it elsewhere? Certainly the doctor intended to use Dittany in his healing salves as well.**

**That lends a different question though. Why collect _Fly Amantia?_ Most ingredients he audibly listed were meant for healing, however, the mushrooms he just collected are widely known to be poisonous— downright lethal, along with the fact it is psychoactive, directly affecting the mind. This was an ingredient not meant for healing, but rather lended itself to being a potent ingredient for poison.**

**So why collect it?**

**This 'doctor' grew more suspicious, and it was to her to pursue this man to inquire more, or simply let him leave.**

**This forest _is_ dangerous.**
Darren
```Implanting herself would be a rather strange process, but a process that doesn't provide many boons outside stability and comfort. The dryad could quite quickly leave such a state if need be, but it seems she respects her own boundaries and those of Hendryk if the forager wishes to keep his distance than so shall it be. A rather pleasant thing for Midelia as she isn't one to really get too close to others.```
Sherry
**He paused in his tracks when she spoke to him again. Seems she might've been spying on him. To be frank, he'd spy on her too if the roles were reversed. He is a cautious man after all. Henryk would think about what she was offering, and, based off _what_ she was, it's likely beneficial to him. Issue is, what would she get in return? There is always a catch to these sorts of deals.**

"Hm. An enticing offer, however, what benefit do you gain from assisting me?" **Henryk would ask, prodding her with this question. He was once again dissecting her— metaphorically of course —attempting to draw out her intent. He is a distrusting man, that much was evident. However he wasn't dissuade by her. He didn't seem to mind her odd features. He understood what it was liked to be looked at differently. His rounded ears, and almost perfect human-esque form lended him to be the object of attention in different social circles he partook in. He remembered days when he and his mentor participated in high society functions,. Henryk was an object of people's intrigue. _Half-Human._ A desirable specimen among those wishing to learn humanity's secrets.**

**He maintained his aloof demeanour, but, he was giving her an inch, and wanted to see if she'd run a mile with what he gave her. His better judgment told him to flat out decline her, but, this being of nature would save him the troubles of having to forage through this forest any longer. Getting to a more desirable place faster was enticing to him— he had a room back in Wayfinder's Rest. Then, after the night, he had the intention to make his way back to Findara's Capital assuming no hiccups were met along the way.**

**He waited on the Fae's answer. His body hadn't turned to face her, only his head cocked to look at her. His icy blue eyes piercing towards her. The Doctor was patient, he had to deal with the injured and sick all the time. However the faster business is dealt with, the sooner he can get to _other_ works.**