He could see her questioning, pondering. There was fear, distrust, doubt, and a desire to trust.
“I think you know best what to do with them, good Master.”
She looked up at him briefly then dropped her eyes. She wanted to feel that she was safe near him.
He smiled gently. He crumbled the herb in his hands and revealed to her the pieces in his open palm, then dropped them in the pail. He took the burned stick and stirred the water, then set the stick down on the floor.
"The water is ready now."
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