After spending some more time in the western region, the three of them eventually began walking back toward the center territory.
Lavayla glanced back several times while leaving, clearly reluctant to go.
"There is absolutely no way I am not coming back here later," she muttered. "That place is basically a giant medicinal treasury."
"The western area contains one of the richest concentrations of plant life within the surrounding regions," Shalika explained calmly as they walked. "Most herbs recover naturally over time as long as they are not harvested excessively."
Lavayla looked impressed again.
"So it is basically a self-restocking fantasy pharmacy."
Mirek glanced at her.
"You compare many things to fantasies."
"Because my current life literally feels like one."
"…I suppose that is reasonable."
Lavayla glanced at him.
"You are becoming more adaptable to my strange words."
"I am learning."
"That's great but don't force yourself."
"I'm not and I won't."
