Wheeling Gull Isle "one day at a time," is what they tell us

really sorry for the wait on this

"I'll get the poppy," Maegi offered, giving a swift nod in response to Reed before taking off in her hobbling gait. She found the healer's den and gathered up the small black seeds, looking for a moment in longing at them. She remembered all too well the glorious stupor, the dreamy daze, and had to stop herself from lapping them up, instead bundling them in a leaf and bringing them back to the patient's side.

Without consulting Reed first--she'd deal with the consequences later--Maegi nosed the poppy seeds toward the man, face insistent. "Take these," she said, placing them directly under his quivering muzzle. "They'll make you feel better." She started with a dose of only two or three; she didn't want to knock him out entirely, though perhaps that was what he desired. They'd no way of knowing, anyway. He was silent--had been wordless since he had washed up.