“Supplies,” Strange says, with the wincing half-shrug of what else is new. Trade was already difficult even before the attack, and now with the city in the state it is…

“Brushing up on growth cycles and where we might be able to find certain plants in the wild. Part of the herb garden got trampled in the collapse and people needing to set up tents nearby, so I’m going to be restocking the seeds with Tav’s assistance. We can never have too much elfroot or Arbor Blessing, if you ask me.”

He should probably get better about setting the work aside and being able to unwind those tense shoulders, learn to take a breather every once in a while, but considering Yseult’s own stack of reports he’s likely in good company. He nods his chin towards her own work.

“You?”