Benevolence chuckled at Miss Bone's wry observation, the pain in her hands was lessening, or perhaps the pain killer potion was finally kicking in, and she was better able to focus on the conversation to hand.

'I understand that I cannot imagine doing anything else' she admited to the other woman, plants had been a part of her life from the moment she was out of the womb. Her father had planted an alder tree, a celtic tree that represented the concept of Benevolence on the very day she was born, it had flourished just as she had. The fact that she had a green thumb, the fact that plants seemed to bend to her will was almost secondary to the fact that there was a softness and romance to flowers that suited her temperment.

'Will there be any permeant damage?' she asked, challenging her fingers with a flex, the skin felt a little tight.

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