Swiftcurrent Creek Words from not so far off

Lecter hummed beneath his breath. "Sit. While Ferdie presumably obliged the madman, he went to rummage through his den, surfacing after a time with surprisingly fresh mint and a single poppyseed. Chewing them together, Lecter spat it onto a leaf and carried it by the stem back to his unwilling patient.

"The mint is to cool your throat and chest; it will help with the cough. The poppyseed is for pain. Do not swim or hunt for an hour after you have taken this; it will affect your senses." The expression upon the other male's face did not escape the shaman, and he snorted. "I can do nothing for your feelings. You must learn to live with them — or do not live at all. Harsh words, but then again, Lecter had never sugared his words.