"What is it like, the herb?" Ffion asks as the party sets off downstream, Jakin and Mina scampering along with the bag hanging between them. "It has a long, sheathed stalk, with golden leaves wrapped round it," Inric says. "It has small white flowers, although it is early for flowering yet." Mina, Jakin and Ylva spread out, searching the bank for signs of the sought-after herb. Ffion and Colle keep walking either side of Inric. "Herbs are the same in different worlds?" Ffion asks. "No, usually they are not. They may be similar, but not identical." "And yet this one is the same?" Colle asks, intrigued. "It is." And he looks thoughtful, but says no more.