Morning mist curled through the mountains as I stood by the herb rack, my fingers brushing over the dried plants.
Sunlight streamed through the window, warming my pale cheeks with a hint of color.
"These herbs look alike, but their uses are worlds apart—some are even deadly poison," Lucien said from behind me, holding a worn, yellowed healer's book. He stepped closer. "You're still weak. The reishi in that box would make a good tonic."
I nodded, carefully tucking the herbs into a paper wrap. "You know so much."
Lucien chuckled, handing me the book. "Just basic stuff. If you're curious, check out this Herbal Compendium."
The pages were faded, edges frayed from years of use.
"I'm heading to the back hills to gather some poria," he said, grabbing a basket, switching gears. "Wanna come?"
