The flame, on the other hand, fascinates Claude for a second to where he almost forgets the plants in question. Almost being the operative word, but Kell had called that magic forth so seamlessly it's impressive. The other benefit of the flame is another light source beyond how he'd been squinting at these lit only by the moonlight's reflection, so it provides another chance to attempt placing the leaves in his memory. Those indicators never surface, but there's no need for them when Kell recognizes the plant.

"That's perfect." If Claude sounds hopeful, it's because this is even better news than he could've hoped for. It doesn't require drying like the other plant in the salves he knows making this immediately useful and without much effort to do so, from the sound of it. "If we can pair it with the first plant being used as bandages, hopefully we can figure out something that can give people some added relief."

Of course, relief isn't exactly what the roots promise as Kell follows up with, and that's the sort of thing which gets a wide grin from him.

"I'll have to remember that. This sounds more like it'd be good for a prank or two if someone felt so inclined. I'd imagine the dried form of this has to be lurking around in some shop somewhere." Or in Nocwich, maybe, at someone's stand where there's so many more options. Assuming they get the chance to go back and browse there again, though he's choosing to believe they will.

Something easier to think about than their current predicament, though Claude's reminded of it soon enough when a brisk wind cuts through. That also reminds him of something else, and he nods to Kell's hand. "Is that Abraxan magic or something you know from home?"