The vendor stared at her blankly. "I… do not know. Only this.." he said, holding up a handful of dried berries that were smaller, darker, and clearly not the same.
Yura shook her head sharply. "No, no! That's not it!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself. "How is it so difficult? These aren't the exact herbs I need. If he eats the wrong thing…"
Saar placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Georgiana. If you don't calm down, you'll never find what you're looking for."
Yura nodded, exhaling slowly, but her eyes remained sharp, scanning, moving to the next stall.
Each rejection made her stomach tighten with worry.
Every step felt heavy. She repeated the Korean names over and over, pointing, gesturing, trying to match them to something, anything, in this foreign market.
"This is ridiculous…" she whispered. "How am I supposed to know what they call them here? I don't even know if they have them…"
