The manbo sat the sunroom of Oletus manor, collecting the plants she'd left to dry in the wake of the sun. It was a simple thing, to trust that no one would take them, in spite of the knowledge that none other than herself knew the methods nor care necessary to transform the flowers into medicines-- and the herbs into bundles to light and cleanse, all the same.

It was a simple task, and yet one that she lingered on, even in entrapment in the manor's walls. It was a familiar comfort.