Moonspear What Have I Done?

Though Judas protested no more he was not calm. She sat and watched him a moment, it was obvious he was still very upset. Perhaps he wasn't speaking, but his eyes still darted wildly. Tears still glimmered near the surface. She offered his a soft sympathetic smile, her voice quiet. "I'll be right back, Judas. Don't go anywhere, alright?" She could track him if he did, but hunting was not her strongest suit. So she turned and she raced, heart and legs pumping. 

She was afraid. Not of Judas, but for him. She still believed that he had eaten something. The denial that had taken hold, that had erased the word rape from her ears had latched onto this reason. She reached the cache in record time and began to pour through the piles. She made a mess in her haste, searching for the right thing. Finally she spotted it: sweet flag. It was known to cause nausea, diarrhea and to combat hallucinogens. She'd happened on a bushel not long ago and it had taken days of staring at it for her to remember what exactly it did. She was glad she had. Snatching some of the leaves she spun out of the den. She carried it carefully in her mouth, not wanting to make herself sick. 

She strained to run as fast as possible and had to skid when she grew closer to where they had met. She crested a knoll, now walking so she didn't frighten him, and prayed Judas was still there.