"Yes," the Inquisitor agreed, "especially the elfroot."

That pot was full of enough soil and she eased the opening up to stop the flow of dirt.

"I may need your help mixing the potions, my hand... it's still not very good for small things. But I want us to have a good, renewable source of potions and tonics."

Being prepared was something she'd always believed in. This world had been easy fights and boring days, so far, but that could change.