It did pose him a problem, of a sort. But not one that would keep him from wanting to help her. It was more a pang of longing that clutched his heart in his chest, wistfulness a fine sheen in his eyes where he studied the clover blossom.

He didn't ask if she was a druid, the way he'd done Joanna. That seemed so naive, in this place.

"I've... Seen such gifts before," Vax made to explain after a beat, a touch of something both rough and soft in his quiet tone. "No. It's no problem by me."