~ ZARA ~
It took a few minutes to find my way to Mardie, who'd been set up in one of the smaller rooms near the ballroom to help with anyone who was injured or might get sick as the night wore on.
"Lady Zara! And with no limp! You look lovely."
"Thank you, thank you. But I'm here to help my ward—and another of the visitors. Do you have any oil that can be rubbed on joints to help with arthritis or swelling?"
Mardie tipped her head. "If someone needs healing—"
"No, no. Just something to soothe… do you have a herb called lemongrass?"
"We do. I'm surprised to learn that you're aware of its properties."
I shrugged. "My grandmother lived with us when I was young. I just remember the smell of it and how she felt that it helped."
Mardie nodded as she walked across the room to where she'd set up a small table with several vials, bottles, and packets of herbs.
