Blackfeather Woods silently he came

There was no judgement in Cicero's tone of voice nor expression. He simply looked upon the boy neutrally, though a grin cracked through as the boy looked racked with guilt. "Hmm, well informed, then. Yet at times, experiencing is the best way to find out..." Cicero licked his lips as he looked upon the herb, though he did not taste it. Potema would likely not appreciate the example he'd set for the kid.

"But before one tries such a thing, one needs to realise that it has risks and begin small... Or accept the risk of death." The latter was something that Cicero had made peace with long ago. He did not fear death, and he accepted each time he'd eat a new herb that he may die from it.