There are a few small willows around the far side of the lake, or... well, there used to be. If they’re still there, we should try and harvest some bark for a tea. It’s good for... um, headaches. And back pain, and a few other things.

[Oh! He’s laughing.

He... looks more like a man who’s supposed to be younger than her, when he does that. She finds herself smiling back without thinking twice.]

Oh, I—th-they’re just... hobbies. When you’re a recluse, you make your own fun. ...a lot of the time literally, in my case.