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[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.

He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.

Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.

He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]

Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!

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D-Do you like tree houses? It's... It's really close to getting supplies. A-And they're big and spacious.

I want a brick house so I don't set it ablaze by accident.

O-Oh, I've done that before... I-I wasn't expecting the t-trees to catch on fire.

They are wood, wood tends to catch pretty well.

[Sheepishly.]

I-It was never a problem at home...

Your trees don't catch light at home?

N-Not unless I was trying to. I-If I was casting a spell on a, on a rabbit, my spells would just hit the r-rabbit.

But here... Here they hit everything.

... So I'm livin' in a brick house.

Y-Yeah...

[A moment of silence, and the room was getting fairly toasty by now. His fire was much more effective than a fireplace, being able to dance around and be huge in the middle of a room.

At the same time, the magic, luckily, didn't produce a bunch of smoke.]

Are... Are you ever going to visit m-my home?

In summer. When it's warm and dry.

[Less of a chance of getting his lungs full of freezing water.]

I'm sure ye have a lovely home, Bracken. I'd rather see it when I'm well. So I can enjoy it.

I-I could make sure it has a n-nice guest room by then!

[He was already excited for Cassian's visit. There wasn't all that much there yet, anyway, but he was still proud of it. No doubt it would be more luxurious than Cassian usually lived in by the time he visited.

He glanced by Cassian, where he had been making a mixture with the herbs.]

Wh-What were those herbs for?

I'll be lookin' forward to it.

[At least he was actually smiling a little this time]

For calmin' swollen bronchi, easin' pneumonia an' the honey is an antibiotic. Helps kill whatever it is that's taken root in there.

[That encouraged him even more to have the place nice by then. He wanted to leave a good impression.

He listened earnestly, whether he would remember that from this one experience or not. He really thought highly of Cassian's knowledge, and was hungry to learn some of it.]

Wh-Where did you learn so much about her... herbs?

A book me mother left when I was a child. Tis over by the window.

[Best not to speak of the other book she left him, the one attached to the belt on his hip by a chain]

Some of the seeds in it don't exist anymore, sadly.

R-Really? Can I see?

[For some reason, even though he knew they existed, it was a little strange to hear about someone's parents. Like he forgot that they were a thing and people weren't individual entities born from the air.]

Aye, if ye like. Tis written in Gaelic, I don't think ye will be able to read any of it.

[Bound in ancient but well cared for hide and written on velum so it seemed, it had a clasp that wasn't shut so Bracken was more than welcome to flip it open]

[He let the fire fade into oblivion. It had served its purpose anyway. Whether Cassian's home could keep the heat in over time was another matter.

Walking over to the book, he scanned the cover first before very cautiously picking it up. He might have been a lot of things, but a klutz wasn't particularly one of them, and he was careful with other people's valuables.

His movements were slow as he stepped back by Cassian and sat down so that he could rest the book on his lap. When he opened it, he did so as if he was worried that it could crack, watching for any issues as he moved the cover. He didn't dare bring harm to Cassian's precious possession.

As Cassian had said, he couldn't read it. But, even if it had been in English he wouldn't have been able to go through it very fast. Illustrations had been a huge help to him when he had bought his own herb book.]

Do... Do you think you could r-read it to me?

[There were illustrations, hand drawn a long, long time ago with handmade ink. Some of the flowers and herbs were familiar. Saint Johns Wart, yarrow, fennel. Some of them had been gone a long, long time. There were a few ancient pressed flowers in the pages, long ago having lost scent or potency, they were just pretty now]

Aye, I suppose I could. Which one catches your eye?

[Images meant a lot more than words to him. His eyes were naturally drawn to them, taking them in, looking at the colors. He seemed really sucked in by the artwork, and seemed to linger on each picture as if he was reluctant to turn the page.

Finally, he paused on a picture of burdock, with it's puffy flowers that looked like a spike ball and bright lilac color.

He fumbled about, protecting the book as he awkwardly moved a chair over to sit next to Cassian and show him the book.]

Wh-What's this one?

Tis the burdock. A pain for pet owners and farmers, but useful for blood diseases and skin problems, like boils and the like.

Ye usually use the roots, but the leaves and seeds have uses as well.

We always called it a Beggars Button.

[He listened with rapt attention. Cassian might as well be in the middle of telling an intense mystery, with how invested he seemed to be.

He waited for Cassian to finish before leisurely flipping through the pages until he found the next picture that hooked his interest. It would seem that he was particularly taken in by color, pausing on the ones that had vivid flowers and asking about them.

He ended up staying longer than he meant to, considering it seemed like such a thorough book.

Before he realized it, it was getting dark outside, and he was still sitting next to Cassian, still eagerly flipping through the book, unaware of any windows. Without thought he had made a fire above them to use as light, as naturally as one would flip a switch.]

[Well... he didn't really mind the company. It was just nice to have someone there that didn't want something dire or who just wanted to tease the priest.

So he waited until the light came on before he continued, more than willing to explain each and every herb and flower that appeared in the book. There were a few notes later on that appeared to have been written by Cassian, more centered around the Victorian language of the flowers.

Still herbs in there, but a lot of flowers]

Th-These flowers don't do anything?

[He glanced up, rolling his shoulders as there was a crick in his neck from looking down so long. He blinked and squeezed his eyes a few times, and glanced around.]

O-Oh...! It's late.

They mean somethin'. Some of them do things, if ye know how to use 'em. But ye can send messages with the right ones.

[He glanced to a clock hanging nearby, and stretched with a long groan]

So it is. Ye'd best be off fer home then. Should be warm enough for a while here.

I-It's like writing, then...

[That was interesting. He wondered what kind of messages he could give to Katze with flowers. He'd have to learn more from Cassian later.

He was a bit reluctant to leave, being pretty invested in the book, but staying all night wouldn't do. Still, there was a certain helplessness when one was far away. He hoped the heat would stay and Cassian would be comfortable.

Standing up, he finally gave in and nodded.]

I-If you need anything, you... you can call anytime.

I-I need to go home and fix m-my presents... Katze keeps trying to peek at th-them all and ripping the wrapping.

[He still lingered. He'd feel bad if anything happened after he left. But, he couldn't stay forever.]

I... I can lock the door wh-when I leave.

[So Cassian wouldn't have to get up. It should be too late for him to be running the shop anyway.]

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