No, no— nothing like that, though it's very kind of you to offer.

[Of course that would be Alfyn's concern, but Cyrus shakes his head even as he approaches, gesturing back towards the tree that the apothecary had briefly turned his back to.]

There— that eggshell on the ground. Humor me and bend to pick it up? Only this time, watch the roots.

[That part is important.]