She ground her teeth softly at the huffing noises, annoyed, but was now intent on ignoring them as best she could. It wasn't very good, her face revealed a bit of it, but she just grit and bore it. It wasn't her fault that Vi was feeling bad. Or that she suddenly had care of her today.
Genie pointed to a jar with one sandaled foot, one off to the side and not in order. "Gods only know why, but he parks the willow there this week. The nettles are at the top behind the dried lotus petals." Even if she hadn't been here recently, despite the myriad of smells she could still locate most things by scent. "And again, so sorry Violet is annoying you. She's ill often and can't help it."