"Someone else's," Ivy said, glancing down at her own hands for a moment, "but thank you. I rather think I've come into my own about it and I don't have any regrets." Anyone who had or who would think of doing her ill anymore paid for it. It was nice of him to show a little concern, though.
"These are easy to grow," she said, pointing out that she'd quartered sections in the pot, so each plant had a space. "But if you have more questions, I'm happy to answer, and if you want to work on things that are harder to grow here in the greenhouse, you can do that too. You wouldn't be the only one. Horse-dogs--" She had questions there, but wasn't about to ask them when her best friend owned a hyena. "like to eat certain types of grass to settle their stomachs. Maybe consider growing a pot of that if your herbs to alright."