Stubbleing around, looking for things, you know everyday life

Josh stubble around a bush and grumbled, "Where are they?" He muttered.
He had been walking around looking for wild growing herbs for about three hours now. He looked at the little herbal manual in his right hand, nodded and walked on, his eyes peeled for any sort of herb he was looking for. The son of Hecate breathed in the plant, soil, and salty smelling air, sighed and continued on his merry way.
Eventually, after falling and stumbleing around a bit, he finally found what he was looking for, a couple of blood root flowers. "Now I just need a way to extract the red sap." He stroked the white petals while looking at their yellow center
He brought forth two small bags, both of which are filled with potting soil. Then started digging up the small flowers, trying to get all of the roots and not cut them. He planting them in the bags one by one until he had collected all of them. He sat up and admired his work, he picked up the bags and slumped down on a near by tree, deciding he was going to rest for a while.

George wanted to stay alone for a bit. All that effort by his, l guess you could say friend, Ryan, to make George mas social was frustrating. Not because he didn't appreciate that effort, but because there hadn't been much progress yet. Like, he had almost stopped stuttering, but only towards people he already knew and -kind of- trusted. So, some alone time at his favourite place at Camp Half-Blood was essential. He had got out of routine too, that shouldn't have happened. It was really unnerving. Anyway, now it's time for some a- wait, what was this person doing here at his place in his forest? That was just bad luck. He held his sword and his magical rubik cube tighter and started backing off, though he tripped down. Yay...

Josh heard something fall and thump on the ground, not to mention the rustling of leaves. The son of Hecate grabbed his Stygain iron quarter staff which he had strapped to his back and slid it out of its constants, he adjusted his fingerless gloves hands so he carried is like a sword of a sort.
"Hello?" He slowly walked toward where he heard the sound originate.
He moved some bushes with his foot and as a guy there, he looked around his age maybe a year or two older than him. Josh silently held out his hand in a juster to help the newcomer up.

Alright, that shouldn't have happened. George had alerted the stranger who was clearly occupied. And the person approached him and offered his hand to him to help George get up. Would George come across as rude if he didn't accept the gesture? He looked at the stranger's hand for a handful of secinds-he looked younger, but that didn't mean anything, it's not like he couldn't have powers he could use if George managed to get on his bad side. At the end, he decided to take his hand. Looked like social interaction wasm't over for the day, lovely.

Josh pulled the other person up, once he was up and standing, he walked over to the bag he had dropped earlier, and started rummaging around in it.
"I'm Josh by the way." He wasn't the one for much social interactions but at least he would try to introduce himself, even though he was very socially awkward.
The thing about Josh was he could care less about what other thought about him, because in hindsight that didn't really matter, people's actions are much more important and speak much more loadly than words. But, that's just his Philosophy.

Alright, alright. George needed to calm down a bit. The other person wasn't really interested in him, that was a positive change of events for George, even though it shouldn't probably have been. He didn't think that kind of behaviour was really socially acceptable. So, he should at least be kind enough to introduce to the "intruder" of "his" forest. "I-I'm George. C-cabin 6."

Josh nodded, still searching through his bag. So George was a child of Athena, he also appeared a major introvert, similar to Josh. He found what he was looking for, a small notebook, then stuffed it into one of his deep pockets. Josh turned toward George, whilst slipping his quarter staff back into its straps.
"Cabin twenty." He said, he forgot to say that, oh well, better late than never.

Okay. So, George didn't know what to do with the intruder. Well, he wasn't an intruder, George just had to make a conscious effort to realise that the forest -even the places only he usually hung out- were public, and didn't belong to him. Right. Inhale, exhale. No big deal. Just a little more being social for the day. You can do it. "Right, s-so, um... wh-what are you d-doing here, in my- the, in the forest?" Good start.

Josh gestured to the two bags, each made with a thick corse fabric. They were perfect for holding plants and damp soil. Protruding out of the bags were the small white petaled flowers, the yellow centers bright in contrast with the surrounding colors.
"I was looking for some Bloodroot, they have some medicinal qualities. They are sometimes use as alternative treatment for ailments and injuries. They also are pretty good to add to herbal teas