"In the precarious shelves of the small kitchen, he spotted kettles, lovingly used; silverware that had obviously had a life before him; tins and cans and herbs… his herbs in fact, dried and shriveled like dates, crushed thinly in a little ornate bowl. He could see, from what was left, that the Bachelor had made quite a few infusions with them. A twinge of pride and a twinge of pain fought for ground in his chest as he imagined the Bachelor turning to the precious stems and leaves for some rest at last — the stems and leaves he had picked, with his own two scarred hands."