Helga stops in her tracks. She turns and faces Rake. "While it is admirable not to wish to kill a plant, it is highly impractical. What do you think you eat? What do you think I make potions out of." Even if he means he does not wish to kill a plant that won't be used, Helga finds the attitude a bit folly.

"Those will be useful. I will teach you how to make tinder from it."