The herb garden is a bit of a barren place this time of year, but for anyone with any familiarity with plants, it's clear that despite the cold, the dead-looking plants in the ground are still wick. While some plants are hardy and good at surviving the frigid Kirkwall winters, others come from foreign lands, and require a bit of help--which is where Fern comes in.

She's kneeling beside a patch of broad-leaved plants, carefully inscribing a warming glyph into the soil just above its roots, when she hears footsteps behind her. She looks over her shoulder and brightens rather immediately and un-self-consciously to see Chloe. (That's a good sign, right? Being happy to see her?)

"Chloe," she greets her, beaming, "you look like you're feeling much better." All said brightly as she starts up to her feet, dusting dirt from her gloves onto the front of an old apron that looks like it's seen better days. Smiling, she looks almost at a loss for what to say for a moment, before quizzically taking note of the rolled up bit of something in Chloe's... rather smudged-looking hands. "What's that?"