waiting for love [★] making supply baskets

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Usually, Michael would avoid a task like this. Not because he had anything against the other groups – the majority of his bad blood with everyone save for the Coalition and Iron Forged was gone – but just because he didn't have the knowledge that others did. Prey was easy to figure out and pack away in a basket, but herbs? That was much more Roan's department. Unfortunately, the soothsayer was still mostly out of commission, having been told to remain in the temple until he felt ready to venture out again. His capture hadn't been as bad as some others – or so he said – but nobody was about to let him go pushing himself so soon, least of all Goldie, his now semi-constant companion. Thankfully, the young medic had taught his uncle just a bit more about herbs as of late – mainly for Goldie's sake, in the case of his and Rosemary's absence – and he felt like he knew a few basic things to send with.

Soft steps brought the bobcat over to where Keona and Natyli were, the male leaning down to place a few small pieces of jewelry in front of them. He awkwardly scuffed the ground, muttering, "I know you said to prioritize the important stuff first, but I don't think they'll mind a little gift like this, either." He then gestured with a paw towards the temple, briefly biting down on the inside of his cheek, "I'm not sure Roan and Rosemary will want to spare too many herbs right now, but Roan taught me a few basic supply herbs you could bring with. I can also go with, if you want." It wouldn't hurt to get out for a little bit, given recent events. Maybe taking a little roadtrip would allow him a brief reprieve from the pile of stress he had been feeling on his shoulders as of late.

— Reggan