Sherry
**He finally would turn his body to fully face her. He had this inquisitive gaze to his face, questioning the very notion that she just wanted to _help._ Henryk had curled his lips a bit, visibly in thought, before letting out a huff, and a sigh. He would move a hand to his satchel before revealing a bag, then revealing a pipe.**

"Okay, Ms. Midelia, if you insist." **Henryk had opened his bag up to reveal some tobacco. He'd stuff it into the bowl of the wooden pipe, before stowing the bag away. Henryk brought out a box of matches, taking one, then lighting it up to cast its embers into the pipe, igniting the tobacco.**

**It smouldered, and Henryk would inhale the smoke through his pipe before exhaling it. Seems he needed to edge off some of his stress and just relax.** "I'm currently low on Worm Wood and Dittany. They're two ingredients I use to create my healing remedies. I've checked over some of the usual stops they grow at, but, to no avail." **He paused, taking another draw from his pipe, before he continued.** "Once I have those two ingredients, I'll be satisfied to leave for the day." **Smoke rolled out from between his lips after speaking his dialogue. He shut his eyes for a moment. Henryk was reluctant to allow this stranger to assist him, especially since they wanted nothing in return, but he would have to admit that she maybe useful here in this situation.**

**He'd take a few more inhalations of his pipe, before dropping the ashes onto the ground. He'd crush them beneath his feet, ensuring to not start a fire. He put his pipe away, the doctor looking to Midelia.** "Now then." **He would take slight paces towards her, unabated by those sharp claws and that head tilt. Despite being half-human, a more fragile species, he didn't see her as a immediate threat. He body language lended itself to be slightly eerie, but Henryk wouldn't be easily bothered— no, he was incredibly desensitized after what horrors he has witnessed already. Once paced closer to her, around 7-5 feet from her, he would beckon one more question.** "How do you propose you assist me?" 

**He'd give those piercing eyes once more, seeking yet another answer.**
Darren
```A sense of relief would wash over Midelia as she didn't expect the strange human to remain or even listen to what the fae-spirit had to say. The forced smile on her face turning into a more genuine one as she looks at him, allowing him to come closer and show the contents of his bag. Albeit a sense of disgust would also follow as she sees him take a pipe and begin to smoke, the smell of fire and the look of it would not be a pleasant reminder of Midelia's past as for a moment she trembles. She would compose herself as she takes a moment to breath in.```

**Aah those ingredients are a bit harder to find here but well i-i can h-help you in an other way if yo-you do not wish to walk that far.**

```Would be said as her soft voice breaks the silence for a bit she would move a bit closer but still keep her distance as she extends her arm outwards to the direction of Henryk at first it might be considered an aggressive move if it was not for the slow speed at which the dryad does it. Revealing her branch like arm covered in a few phoenix-coloured autumn like leaves, a few sharp points on her arm almost like smaller twigs extending from it with the occasional small leave or moss on it. Yet the arm itself would be rather smooth for a bark that is. It would all in all be a strange experience if it was just that but the fae would break the awkwardness as she speaks again in her soft voice, a bit more staggering and general uncomfortableness hailing from the fae this time.```

**My-my kind has the.. Ab-ability to grow plan-plants and fruits upon our bodies. It-it has its uses.**
Sherry
**At first skeptical, those outreached hands had him take a step back, but soon he'd be witness the growths upon her body. There it was. Dittany and Worm Wood, both produced just for the doctor to collect. Henryk's eyes widen a bit, neutral expression still but it was evident he was surprised by this development. Hours of work reduced to minutes of growing. The gentleman would let out another soft sigh, before those cold lips of his edged into the slightest of smiles. His eyes softened a bit, that cold piercing gaze would warm up a bit. She was saving him much trouble.**

**Henryk would open his satchel and reveal a scalpel.** "May I?" **He would ask, looking to extract the plants off of her body. He'd ask for permission first, as to not come off as rude or offensive.**

**He didn't spare many other words, not yet. Should he thank her _now_ or after extraction? Further more, should he pay her for her generosity?**

**The gentleman would meet his eyes to her own, examining the jade green eyes of hers. He didn't initially noticed them when examining her, but, now that he was close he could herald their beauty. As per her fae heritage, it was as though nature was caught within her irises. The jade eyes reminding him of a sunny summer day within a forest, the leaves off the trees providing shade from the heat.**

**Henryk was ready to collect, but, only on her call. He stood there with some anticipation. Part of him wanted to get this over and done with, but the other more human side of him wanted to indulge this fae more— if this wasn't a trap, and a true act of charity, he will want to pay that in return.**

**Henryk would draw closer to her now, having brought his scalpel up to begin the extraction process. The sharp blade would gently cut against the small leaves and its various stems. He began with the Worm Wood, harvesting it from her outreached arm. He shaved her of the plant, smoothing her arms out once again. He'd reveal a jar, and he would deposit it within it. Henryk collected his first bounty, and next he would go towards her inner-arm, as he began cutting away the Dittany. They were closer— one may say _intimate_ now. This was an intimate situation between strangers. They were very literally in arm's reach of one another, and if either of them truly had ill intent, now was the time to strike.**

**That time never came.**

**Henryk pulled back, having filled his jars with Dittany and Worm Wood. He put his scalpel away, his eyes no longer meeting her own, shifted to the side.** ". . . Thank you." **Was all he could muster, before looking back to her with those pale blue eyes of his.** ". . . Your generosity is appreciated— please, allow me to reward you for it." **He would dig his hand onto his satchel, hand shifting around, before finally revealing something. A small bottle, filled with approximately 30mL of this clear liquid. When the sun struck against it, it'd glisten and shine. He would out reach it towards the Fae, offering for her to take it.**

"An emergency salve of mine. Apply the solution to any open wounds you've suffered. It should seal them shut effective and immediate." **Henryk would explain.** "I'm a Doctor by trade. I don't tend to give these out freely. Use it wisely." **He'd say. A hand moved to grip the strap of his satchel, taking a pace back.** "This is the least I can do for you, Ms. Midelia. It is... Appreciated."

**He was slow and articulate in these words— reluctant even. He wasn't particularly use to a stranger's kindness. He's use to functioning independently, without assistance lest it be from a competent benefactor, like his old mentor.**

**He stood there, his eyes dragged away from her own as he looked to the ground. Now he was in thought again.**
Darren
```As he has collected what he came here for he would back up Midelia's face would breath a sigh of relief and at the same time would be a bit dissapointed it all ended so soon. She would turn her arm around as she observes it, it seemed fine he was very delicate a lucky thing. She would lower her arm and put it behind her back, holding the other there as well she would observe what Henryk does this time. Her phoenix coloured leaves moving with the slight breeze as be pulls out some sort of elixir and offers it to her.```

**A-ah no thanks Henryk spare that for somebody that needs help. I myself am quite the expert in m-more natural ways of healing oneself and mostly with the use of bio-biomancy, so i do not really require it. Just promise me that you'll use it w-well.**

```The stutters would be mostly gone as her quiet voice would speak, clearly she grown more comfortable in his presence. Yet she could not accept his offer it would be against her nature and her expertise, she has handled herself well enough alone with her own talents but perhaps her talents could use some refining. She would breath in and as a smile pops up on her face, a genuine one. One which would be followed by an offer of her own, her soft voice offering Henryk a question.```

**You s-said you were a doctor? I am not experienced with more civ- civilized forms of medicine, maybe you could h-help me learn some more about it?**