If she was looking for magic, she was absolutely going to find it. Henry had no shame whatsoever about encouraging the plants to grow and ensuring that they would be potent as well as hardy. His beard had grown in a little over the past few days while he spent his time thinking about protective sigils and training Sam and, alright maybe indulging in the one thing Millie hadn't cared for and not shaving. He'd take care of it eventually. Probably when it got too hot.

Half lost in thought about how to ward a place that didn't want to be changed at all and was stronger than him, he went to go check on his plants and found an altogether unfamiliar face there. "They're not weeds," he said, "please don't..." Millie had done that once, weeded his herb garden (regardless of whether or not the contents were actually herbal at all,) and he hadn't even been allowed to tell her why he was upset about it.