The tree she'd been tucked against had sheltered her wonderfully, it was nice and dry. The bushes... were wet. How could she forget it was raining? A person should not get so tied up in obsessing over nothing that they failed to notice something like rain. She could hear the rain. She could feel the rain, icy cold drops working through the protection of her hair and... oh. Her cloak. Yes it was right over there, a few steps from the smelly man. He would absolutely find her. Then he would ask, what are you doing in the bushes? What was she doing in the bushes? She'd had a nice dry spot. She was waiting for the rain to pass. Oh! That's why a normal person would sit on the roadside. Why was her brain so slow? Now she was wet and being found in the bushes was even odder.<br/><br/>A man with a big knife was not exactly comforting. Of course if she tried to run away, she'd probably loose her bandages, and she thought they needed at least one more day and some rest. Like at an inn. Where people went. Well people who didn't hide in bushes. People who had money. Or something to trade. She could wait for the man to go away and think of something to trade at the same time. Except she was getting wetter, and her cloak was right there. He was blind. Okay it was brown too, and kind of patched. Still. Right, lets insult the man with the knife on his lack of finding skills, that'll help things along. He was just a human. A bleeding human.<br/><br/>She noticed from her position that there were valerian growing near the edge of the road. How could she not notice them, the man had trampled them and they smelled... distinctive. She should gather some, that would be very useful. She could think of twenty things to do with it, including wander over and roll in it. No. That would be odd. Humans didn't normally love the scent. Humans also didn't roll in things. Her eyes began to drift, looking to see if there were other prizes near by. There! Right behind the tree she'd been sitting against! A giant lion's mane. She chortled in glee, "Hah I see you!" She opened her collection bag and began to dance over to the mushroom, stopping after a whole one step.<br/><br/>The man. The man with the big knife. Why no she didn't look crazy at all with a leaf or two in her hair, talking to a mushroom. She patted her damp head down, checking for leaves. "Oh. Uh well. That's a big knife. If you're not going to stab me I'm just going to grab my cloak... and that mushroom. Maybe some valerian, I could really use valerian. You could try some yarrow on that. Or plantain. That's everywhere. The cut I mean. I don't have a lot of bandages left though. Well I think I have none left. Unless I lost one in the bottom of the bag. Sometimes that happens. Then I take out all my collections and find a wet, dirty bandage and that does no one any good. I suppose it isn't the worst if you have a good clean dressing." She had to stop talking. Shhh. No more talking. No asking if you sound normal or terrified. Look for a dressing in the side pocket. That looked natural. No wait, go get your cloak. Who stood around in the rain just talking? Not humans. She could do both. Super normal. Done. She rummaged in her bag and wandered back to the tree and she didn't see any dressing left either, but there was her collection knife so she could get that mushroom cleanly, and there were probably more mushrooms around. Well of course there were, but finding useful ones, that was the important part.