Myr busies himself while Inessa talks with emptying the samples from his satchel onto the blanket set aside for them. It's a haphazard mix of wildflowers and alchemically useful species that he's turned up; he does his best to separate the latter from the former even as he cards out a few stems of plants he doesn't recognize. These he takes with him back to the snack station, settling in across from Warden and mabari.

Water? "Please." There's undisguised relief to the word; he is thirsty. Easy to ignore that kind of discomfort when he's working; less so once he's slowed down. "That's sensible enough, though. How d'you plan to test what you've got on the Blight, anyway?"

He fans out the samples he's brought over, meanwhile, feeling carefully over stems and leaves and flowers to better learn their shape.