There is something special about growing your own herbs, about starting the process of making medicine all the way from scratch. Granted, Shirayuki also finds something special in the aha moment of finding an herb growing, when she went searching for that herb or a new discovery that she wasn't expecting somewhere.
So, perhaps there's something to be said about this. Especially as she kneels down and takes care of some vegetables too, trying to work towards the day where they can be harvested, cleaned, and eaten. That should be a really good day.
"Shirayuki?" Her heart jumped in her chest at the sound of his voice, as familiar as it is, and she turned and looked at him.
Mitsuhide was standing, still in an apron from cooking dinner, though his wandering in search of her also got it a bit dirty.
"Mitsuhide! It's good to see you." She stood up and turned to her husband, feeling that gentle rush inside her, that calm wind of almost delicate joy, perhaps tender joy is the more accurate way to describe it.
"It's good to see you too." He looked around at her work, "And you're very hard to find out here."
"I made my own garden." Shirayuki explained, "I already finished the day's work."
"Huh." Mitsuhide eyed the plants like they'd speak to him and tell him what they are, but she didn't answer for them. It's a little surprise, she hopes to get all around for Mitsuhide later.
"Did I miss dinner?" It's an obvious enough question, and she sees Mitsuhide smile back at her, that tenderness flooding in now that he isn't wondering what plants she's growing like it's a surprise pop quiz.
"I came to let you know, I cooked it." He smiled, "Don't worry, it should still be warm."
"Sounds good. Let's go." And Shirayuki moved a little closer to her husband as they walked back to their house; it's so wonderful to be here with him.
