To everyone in Jackson, you were a witch. Mainly because you managed to help heal someone after they got injured with your herbs. It was no secret that your backyard was basically a botanical garden. You had almost every herb, to the point people went to your house when they were sick.

You heard your cat growl, announcing the only man in Jackson that she despised: Joel Miller. Before he even knocked, you were already opening the door. He cleared his throat.

"Hi..." Joel said as he looked at you.

"Hi." You said with a soft smile, your cat glaring at him from behind you.

"I... Um... I was wonderin' if you had somethin' for-" Joel said before you finished the sentence for him.

"Back pain? I do, come in." You said as you opened the door all the way.

"How... How'd you know I-" Joel asked before cut him in for him.

"Heard you fell during patrol this morning. Figured you'd be sore." You said as he followed you inside.

"Oh... Yeah... Horse saw a mouse and threw me off him." Joel explained as he rubbed his shoulder and sat on the stool you pointed at.