"They sound familiar. I think my mother would gather up something similar, when she was able, she'd say you could tell the time by how many of the seed were left. I think she used the roots for tea."

She sounds a little uncertain, trying to draw at some long-distant memory, but sets it aside for the time being. Botany was not a matter she was much invested in, and the healing magics were beyond her almost completely. "And is it arriving hence that suggests wishes might be real, or something else?"