Doth protest too much, but I won't tell. Promise. [Sherwood winks, absolutely not believing Vash's claims. While not a concept in his own world, as a volunteer doctor, he was given a brief rundown about something something confidentiality. He can take as much to heart despite his unfamiliarity with the concept, because gaining people's trust is a practical thing to do. Always.

With a wiggle of cloth gloved fingers, Sherwood reaches right into that bucket and... plucks out on of the something flowers. How interesting, indeed! Like a starry night sky, if somewhat gooey from bodily fluids. He's entirely unbothered, morbidly fascinated, even.]

I've seen many the flower and plant sprout from a Druid, but nothing like this. Are you familiar with it?