Kael's POV
But then I remember something: the bookstore she wandered into while I was buying her clothes. The way her entire body changed when she picked up that gardening book. The pure contentment I felt through our bond—the first real happiness I’d ever sensed from her.
She likes books about herbs. About plants and their medicinal properties.
Of course! She’s an herbalist, but most of the equipment she carries is broken. I’ve seen the cracked mortar, the rusted tools, the makeshift containers she uses to store what little she can gather.
I need to find herbalist supplies.
It takes three shops before I find what I’m looking for. The elderly woman behind the counter brightens when I explain what I need.
“Ah, for a fellow herb enthusiast!” She clasps her hands together. “How wonderfu
