Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

She eventually made her way to the small sprig that was left and took it down, swallowing with a throat gone tight with panic. The plant sat like a rock in her stomach, ignored for now as her body shook. In the meantime, she saw the girl start to drool and tremble after vomiting, and belly-crawled toward her, feeling the nausea roll over her in waves.

"Shhhh," Maegi whispered hoarsely, trying--and failing--to sound comforting. "Breathe. It's okay. Breathe." Poppies would soothe the girl--but would they make things worse? That she didn't know. She eyed the pile of vomit, wondering if the brat had gotten everything up. "Maybe some more yarr--"

She gagged suddenly, once, twice, then vomited the remains of what she'd last had to eat--a squirrel--along with the yarrow and, presumably, the tiny bit of poison she had ingested. She felt much better post-puke, and wobbled to her paws, standing, slightly swaying, over the spiderling.

"Breathe," she said, more confidently this time. "I will get you more yarrow--and perhaps something to calm you down, as well."