...all my flowers are dead

Devera furrowed her brow, as he proclaimed that it was just a joke, and not to worry. Some part of her wanted to argue that he was dismissing her. But the woman nodded, distracted from that brief feeling of having her question dismissed, by his offer to help her.

She held the book open, This one. A poisonous fern with a purple seed. It was toxic. Deadly. It might be good to extract the poisons and use them on the tips of our weapons. She explained, adjusting where she sat to hold the book out, and invite him to seat himself next to her.

I think it'd work well on darkspawn. She explained. She knew it would; she'd tested it before finding a book with the information she wanted to read.