It was hardly enough to notice. Yet somehow it changed everything. The plain meal gained a deeper, warmer flavor Ran would never have known how to create on his own. He pointed towards the herb and tried to ask what it was called. Aina answered with a word in Apache.
Ran stared blankly. She noticed. Her eyes moved around the cabin as though searching for another way to explain it. Then she selected a small dried sprig from her bundle and held it toward him. Ran leaned closer and smelled it.
He still had no idea what the plant was called, but its scent reminded him of the mountains after a hard rain. Clean stone, damp earth, and fresh air moving through pine. Aina repeated the Apache word, watching his face carefully. Something about that struck Ran in an unexpectedly gentle way. There was patience in how she showed him these things.
Not the kind of patience someone gives a fool, but the kind offered to a person willing to learn, one scent at a time, one plant at a time, as though every root, leaf, and stem belonged to a language she had known all her life. Ran repeated the word as best he could. His pronunciation was poor. Aina did not laugh, but some of the hardness around her eyes eased. It was the first time the silence between them stopped feeling like a wall.
Aina knew medicinal plants the way most people knew the sound of their own name. She did not hesitate over them. She simply recognized them. Through gestures, she explained that the green leaves used in the tea helped bring down the swelling in her ankle. She also gathered another plant, crushed it into a wet pulp, and replaced the dressing every morning.
By the end of the first week, the swelling had gone down by nearly half. Ran had seen frontier doctors do worse with twice the equipment and 10 times the boasting. Little by little, using simple words, gestures, and whatever patience they could borrow from one another, Ran began telling Aina pieces of his own story. He explained that his younger brother, Aean Treadwell, was dead. He told her that the land around the cabin belonged to him, and he made it clear that he had never intended to stop her from returning to her people once she was strong enough to travel.
The only thing holding him back was the danger in the northern woods. Someone was watching that country. Someone had been laying traps. Aina understood. In return, she began offering pieces of her own life.