Rosethorn eyes him a little suspiciously. Tired and jumpy... stimulants, maybe? A medicine-maker sees enough of medication aftereffects to at least tentatively identify them at a glance.

"And what would the alternative be?" she asks, taking note of the vague wobble in his bow as well. Jacky didn't know much about the origin of the tree, and the kittens certainly don't understand much of where they came from, besides vague impressions of the tree itself. Rosethorn has never heard a full explanation. "I don't expect he'll be long. Clark works hard."