Redhawk Caldera On the mend.

Me too!!

The more and more she spoke, the less inclined he was to try anything. Not so much because it sounded all that bad taste-wise, but rather, Titmouse remembered how groggy and weird he felt while in that cave. When she moved to grab the plants he flinched (and thankfully Raven was too preoccupied to see it); but then he watched as she returned with both the echinacea and the poppy (which he couldn't tell apart at all despite having listened to Raven's explanation), and sort of.. Zoned out while staring at them.

His mouth went dry and he felt a low-level apprehension settle in, like his skin itched. Tit shifted upright so he could scratch at a point beneath his jaw with one of his hind legs while leaning against his good leg, and then carefully readjusted. When he'd settled he murmured something like, What's the poppy for..? but there was a tonal drop to his voice that almost sounded like sarcasm. Tit thought he knew, but wanted to be sure -- because it was likely he had been given lots of that one.