Branessu was deep in thought in the chair beside Damien’s bed, when Llyr returned. She stared quizzically at the cup he offered, before inhaling the aroma. “I was thinking about the seeds I have and the seasons that they should be used. I’m thinking of hyssop, sage and chervil, among others. We can also plant yarrow but that would have to be indoors. What do you think?”<br/><br/>Clasping the cup tightly, she allowed the heat to diffuse throughout her hand. Very soon, she felt cramped and wanted to get out, she wanted to see the sun. She felt her dragon searching its confines, looking for a weak area to exploit. Taking a long sip. she smiled and leaned into the chair wishing she’d brought a book. “The scent is familiar, but I don’t fully recognize the taste. What plant is this from? Could it be marjoram?”<br/><br/>Damien coming to interrupted their conversation. She immediately felt his forehead, cheeks and neck and feeling nothing out of the ordinary she gave him the drink. “Here, drink this. How are you feeling?”