In the hospital, Poppy Heatryn stands in a room filled with plants from floor to ceiling. There's plants hanging up from the ceiling drying, and there's tools all around.
Poppy walks to a small table in the middle of the room with a mortar and pestle on it and starts grinding a dried plant into a powder. She takes the powder and stores it in a clay jar that's on a stone shelf built into the wall. The jar is labeled wild mint . While Poppy is doing this she's humming a song that seems to sound like a lullaby and at this rare moment she's smiling.
If you looked around the room you would see clay jars every where ( the labels are in alphabetical order). In big letters, scratched into the stone below the each shelf, it reads balms, tinctures, powders, oils, tools,and poisons.
Poppy takes the mortar and pestle and cleans it out and sets it with the rest of the tools. She then wipes down the table. She walks slowly over to one of the corners of the room and looks around to see if anyone was watching. Once she decides no one is watching, she moves aside one of the plant containers to reveal a hole in the wall that contains her books and journal. Poppy picks up her journal, it looks just like a common journal that someone would come across. It has a brown cover with the outline of a tree. The book showed clear signs of being used often. She opened the book to the first page that didn't have writing on it. She begins to write in the book, her hand floating across the pages. She writes small to preserve as much space in the book as possible. As she finishes writing for the day, she flips over the journal and on the back her name is written on the bottom right of the corner of the book. It reads, Poppy Heathryn.