"I'd love some assistance," he replied. "We can work together and make a large plot, if you'd like." Llyr watched intently as she made a drink for Damion, fascinated by the ceremony of its creation. While he had very little knowledge in healing, he knew about plants; which herb and leaves had the best qualities for quick remedies. He wouldn't go anywhere without his plantain tincture, he would have to find a place to grow more as it could be useful with the dragonlings.<br/><br/>He nodded eagerly. "It'll be a pleasure," he said, following her through in the cave. Wanting to contribute in some way, he offered those who stayed behind some tea; something warm to soothe the nerves. Before he set off with his task, Llyr lost himself in River's song. Resting against the wall, he listened closely with his eyes shut, it was a beautiful tune. When he finished, Llyr made drinks, using tea leaves from his home town, and returned to Branessu's side. "Here you are, miss," he spoke quietly, holding out the teacup to her.