Briar followed her own instructions as she picked her way through the rows of flowers, eyes darting through them with the same intense focus she would use while casing out a jewellery store. Plague, she had missed this. The bounce in her step and the way her blood seemed to spark being back on the job, feeling more like herself by the moment.
It only took her a few minutes to collect her flowers, though she kept Kelly in the corner of her eyes. Briar had always been good at gentle things when she had the motivation for it. Stitching, beading and instruments had slipped from her calloused and careless hands, but locks and fiddling with fine jewellery had come easily to her. Briar had never been able to be good at things she didn't want to do for herself, obligation and societal expectations weren't enough. Her parents called her immature, but she thought of it as standing up for her own wants.
She glanced up from carefully wrapping up her flowers in a soft cloth she found when he approached and took in his with an assessing eye. Not bad, and he seemed to not have been too rough when he cut them either, "Nice job, no, let me wrap these and we'll head out. Are you faster like this or on four legs?"