The plant itself was an aquatic type that grew in a dark Marsh. Alone it usually had calming properties but most nobles enjoyed a euphoric game if paired with potions. Syndicate relied on this plant more than he realized at times. Not that it was addicting - it kept him appearing elf like. A ruse. Yet, once the male saw the bundle his hand moved swift. Snatching the parcel and dug into it. Taking out a full flower and stem he stuffed it in his mouth.  Chewing the rather, disgusting and sour plant till it was able to be swallowed. Once he did be could feel his body relax.  Clutching the parcel close he looked to her as she cleaned him a bit.<br/><br/>Watching and waiting before he was told he could leave the cell. Crawling out a bit he stopped and covered his head with the hood. Only stopping for this but soon realized his legs were locked too. Guess he really had been left to die. He pushed up with a wobble. His body ached once again. Following up to her. Her touch made him jump a bit. Well, more of when he bumped her anyway. He pulled the hood over his head tighter, "They are there to make sure I don't kill." He stated flatly.