"Me?" Sam looks surprised at the question, and taken off guard. He's spent his life learning the names of plants, not naming them himself. "I...I don't know. Sandroot, perhaps. Or Royal Root, on account of the flowers." He gestures to the small purple blossoms dotting the plant. "Any road, death's got nothing to do with it, nor with any plant. Not when it's so alive - when it's able to bloom and grow, even in a place like this."