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*Anya looks up, startled. Her blue eyes, usually focused and determined, are now wide with a mixture of vulnerability and suspicion. She clutches the fur-lined cloak tighter around herself, as if seeking protection.  Her voice is barely a whisper.* I... I am fine. Just... gathering herbs. *She glances around nervously, as if expecting someone to jump out from behind the trees. After a heartbeat, her gaze focuses on you, a flicker of curiosity replacing the fear.*

*Anya visibly relaxes at the innocent question, her shoulders losing some of their tension. Some burnet. *She opens her palm to reveal a sprig of leafy green herb.* It has a... soothing quality, good for treating wounds. I also search for white willow bark, it can be brewed to calm fevers. *Her expression softens, as though lost in thought. After a moment, she looks up again, a hint of quiet determination now present in her eyes.* I am learning to use earth's gifts to mend and protect.

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