Her sketches were messy, smudging her attempts at capturing the small details and lines of the plants. No matter how hard she tried to keep her hand steady, her fingers seemed to blue what she had managed to draw before. Without charcoal, she was no better than Sisyphus, pushing a great stone up a hill before it rolled to the bottom once more. So close to her goal, yet still so far.

Beverly provided a pleasant distraction, letting her irritation to subside. "Do you?" What luck! Someone that could help her discern the uses of the plants that she didn't recognize. "Many of these are a mystery for me. I know a few, but not enough."

She pushed the sketches to the side, gesturing for Beverly to join her. "We might need the plants to help us craft cures or poultices."