Snippet #2485227

Rebecca gave a grin back at Ira expressing her gratitude for rescuing her, though in truth all she did was break a carriage a bit, and retorted; "No problem at all dearie, but to be frank, it was not much of a problem at all, plus I get to help a letter find it's way home!", seeming more ecstatic on finding another item for the post than saving the possible slow demise of a young helpless stranger, as she cheerfully kicked a rotting log out of the way.

Her grin shrunk a little when she saw her new companion and even newer companion stop to pick at some vegetation, Ira calling them 'wood sorrel' and that they were a sweet tasting edible herb, which she offered to Rebecca and the mysterious mister Mik'ael, to which the mutated postal woman waved a dismissive hand, giving the excuse, "No thank you Ira, I already had food today, you both grab a few for the journey.", being quite uneasy about stopping for plants she had no knowledge on. She thought it would best not to try in case she had an allergy to it. After all, who would deliver the post then, if she did fall ill from it?