"Ah, he was a hedge witch so his remedies were magical in nature, yes. But he also knew more traditional medicine, and freely blended the two." As they walked, Jeremiah basked in the warmth of the sun, which contrasted the cool breeze on his cheeks. It was such a wondrous feeling, feeling again. It still amazed him how going without sensation had made him appreciate even the little things once again.
"He taught me a lot about herbs and traditional medicine. I think he wanted me to take over his work when he was too old to do it. Which would have been a lovely way to spend my life, I think."
But that hadn't worked out. He wondered, as he did from time to time, what was left of his old home. The farmhouse, the barn... the gardens. Maybe Mother or Grandfather would let him go see someday.
"I could help you, if you would like. Da always told me that I should extend a hand to help those who need it. And you seem like a lovely woman, kind and considerate, so it would be like a public service as well." Jeremiah turned to look more deliberately at Mystel as they rounded a corner close to the lake. He smiled all sunshine and sugar at her, as he did with everyone.