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When the stranger grinned, Bazi was instantly reminded of the old witch doctor at Swiftcurrent Creek. Lecter, she recalled with an inward grimace. Hedda's otherworldly appearance and fascination with things that grew in the ground strengthened the resemblance, and Bazi shifted uncomfortably where she sat despite the fact that Hedda was being perfectly pleasant.

She would have made her excuses and left were it not for that magic word: painkiller. The word expanded in the air like an inflatable neon sign, winking seductively at her. "Painkiller," she repeated, creeping forward half an inch. Her eyes wandered to the tatty root beneath Hedda's paw and back to her queer and off-putting smile. "How good is this painkiller, exactly? Thorn in the paw good, or.. birth good."