The Forester Workshop (2)

Lumanel surveyed the eight people before her, Krow included. "Baskets?"

They raised their harvest baskets.

"Check for holes, weak points, breaks in the weave. If there are, replace them. The baskets are enchanted to keep the herbs fresh. A hole may mean a problem with the enchants. Now, gloves?"

They held out their hands.

"Gloves are essential, as a number of secretions and saps may be irritating to skin…oh my dear, what's wrong?" She held the hand of the slightly agitated Rurel, one of the sirens.

Krow looked over. Ah. Sirens didn't like hemming their fingertips in. "Do you have fingerless gloves?"

Frai glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Krow noticed her fingers were twitching though. 

Gloves were uncomfortable for mafmet too?

"Oh. Oh, of course. One moment." Lumanel rummaged in the mass of equipment in her storage room. "Some herbs need a delicate touch, a warmth…aha, here we are."