It was late afternoon, and so hot that Achak was taking a short break. He'd been out gathering plants (or at least...trying to), without much luck. He couldn't seem to keep the many different types straight, and so spent a great deal of time second-guessing himself, and often eventually chose to not collect the plants in question at all, for fear of getting it wrong.
When he inevitably came back with far fewer plants than expected, and some of them the wrong ones besides, it was just one of the many things he knew he fell short at. Sighing, he blew a few stray pink hairs out of his eyes, leaning against a stubby tree and rubbing against it, the rough bark scratching a lingering itch along his back. He'd go back to trying to gather in a bit, he just needed a little...break from the frustration.