Valentine's work demands a lot of time in the field, collecting reagents. For her the forest holds a romantic appeal, and at times she'll dwell for hours in the near woods, making observations on small predators, birds, and flora, unaware of the time.<br/><br/>The old stories hold more than a professional fascination, too. There's nothing nicer on a snowy evening than a crackling fire and a good read, and her shelves are bowing under the weight of her reading history, none of which she can bring herself to part with. Whenever the trains come through, there's always a twine-wrapped bundle waiting for Valentine from relatives in the more cultured south, feeding her habit.<br/><br/>Lastly, she loves the church. Aiding with the hundred rituals that surround each sermon helps Valentine to center herself and leaves her feeling positive after brutalizing nature for its component parts. About twice a year she dips her toe into church philanthropy, but finds that it doesn't leave her with the same feeling of fulfillment. She prefers to work behind the scenes.