Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Sangilak agreed wholeheartedly with Warbone's logic. It mattered not the love any had in the heart for the one beneath her, at all of their mercy. Sangilak was cold and unemotional herself, and while she was more than willing to assist Thuringwethil in this task, Sangilak digested the words that were said from the inky woman to Warbone. While she herself did not stop stroking her tongue against the furs of the sickly wolf, her thoughts rolled within her mind. She thought of Tatkret; she thought of the future, and of growth. Sangilak respected Thuringwethil, and her decisions were her own. But could she be led by yearning heart? 

The woman ceased movement as the other began to convulse beneath her. Seizure? Sangilak was swift in stepping off of the other, looking at the others face. Eyes rolled, choking, wheezing... Sangilak did not know what to do for this. Sangilak was an adept toxicologist, but none of the symptoms pointed to any herb that she knew of. Sangilak could think of nothing; if it were her, she would kill the woman, and with a hard look she turned to Thuringwethil. I have done all I could.