“Frustrated with myself, I tried to focus on my task. I tended to be good at Herbalism, but today, I didn’t have my usual patience. Even so, the plant accepted my touch with ease, donating its thorns for the potions we’d have to create eventually. In a way, the act was calming, and the ivy caressed my hand as if sensing I needed the comfort. I appreciated the help, but my problems couldn’t be so easily fixed.”