I cannot imagine anyone would want to decorate with a bloodwort.

[Carlisle says that plainly, as though it should be obvious, but seems to realize it isn't a second later. He walks over and grabs his bag, grunting as he hefts it into his arms, saving his answer for once he's dropped the satchel equidistant between the two bloodwort shrubs.]

The fruits of the bloodwort have several alchemical properties, but they can be dreadfully messy should anything pierce the outer skin, hence the name.