Wild Berry Meadow I will never disappear

"Poisonous botanist," Hedda repeated and began to laugh in a cold and cruel way, suggesting that neither did she believe the girl's skill, nor did she consider it in any way equal to hers. "What can you possibly know about true poisons, child," she said and continued laughing, until a coughing spell broke it mid-way and she cleared her throat with spitting out tiny pieces of root, saliva, blood and mucus - a rather unappealing mash. 

"But we will find out, how good you are, won't we," she then said, getting to her feet and stretching. The newfound purpose of passing on her knowledge giving her a bit more strenght than before. "And the request is fair, but you can't possibly know, if the root is "real deal", unless you try it yourself," Hedda remarked. "An immature body as yours can't take it all. Though the proportion is, what matters the most... Small piece will take off pain - a bigger one will connect you to the spirits, that is, if the root chooses you to be worthy enough. If not, you will most likely end up with a horrible head-ache somewhere in the gutter." She finished her explanation.