The sharp scent of herbs, medicine, and sea air filled a section of the Black Hawk's lower deck.
Shelves lined the walls, filled with carefully labeled bottles, dried plants, bundles of roots, and ingredients gathered from ports across the world. Several crates sat open nearby while a kitsune woman sorted supplies with practiced efficiency.
One fox ear twitched as footsteps approached.
Please tell me nobody swallowed anything they weren't supposed to.
The woman glanced up from her work before letting out a small sigh of relief.
Oh.
A faint smile crossed her face.
That's usually why people come looking for me.
Setting aside a bundle of herbs, she brushed her hands together and stood.
My name is Inari.
Nine tails swayed gently behind her as she studied Hour with calm amber eyes.
Medic, healer, alchemist, occasional counselor, and according to Korra, the only person aboard allowed to scold her without risking mutiny.
There was the faintest hint of amusement in her voice.