Private Finished Gathering the reagents

After her first trip into the forest, Wednesday figured that if she was ever going to return it would be best to bring someone along with her. She tired herself out easily, thanks to her curse, and the last thing she wanted was to do something stupid like pass out from something as basic as gathering ingredients.

How undignified that would be.

She was looking distinctly awkward as she trudged through the grass. She was acquainted well enough with the fellow members of her new coven, but she didn't really know any of them. She mostly kept her eyes on her cat, who was scurrying through the grass and sniffing out the reagents she was looking for.

"So..." She began, mostly forcing herself to speak. "I guess you would know this area a lot better than I would, right? Since you've been living here far longer than me."

"Good to know." She nodded. Stopping for a moment as her cat seemed to stop at one of the smaller trees. Wednesday inspected it for a moment, muttering something under her breath, this what one of the things she was looking for. She reached into her bag and pulled out a wicked looking knife, starting to hack into one of the branches, making very small cuts, before stopping.

"Um...do you think you could..." She rubbed the back of her head, holding the knife out to Sunday.

"Thanks."

She took the knife and the branch back, again not really looking back at her, hiding her frown, a little unhappy about needing the help.

"I just need some a couple more bits of wood like this, a couple of possibly poisonous flowers, and some intestines from a freshly killed rabbit. You aren't squeamish or anything right?"

"Um..."

She rubbed the back of her neck, thinking. She'd asked around where to look before she set out but she still wasn't quite sure.

"I'll let Mr Frodo here look around for us." She knelt down and gave her a cat a quick pat. It nuzzled up into her hand, before leaping off deeper into the forest. Wednesday stood back up and gestured for Sunday to follow.

For a short while they walked through the forest, silently, only the sound of grass underfoot and the insects around them heard. Wednesday seemed to grow uncomfortable the more time passed, rubbing her arm, glancing around the woods.

"So um...not a big talker?" She eventually asked, a little meekly.