Blackfeather Woods addict with a pen

Mou wanted to feel better. He wanted to tell her, yeah, that worked, thanks. But the sensation wouldn't be eased so easily. The yarrow continued to do its work and he was wretching and vomiting every few steps until his belly was empty, but by the time she was telling him to drink water, there was a distinctly red tone to his saliva that streaked across his lips and chin. The plant he ate caused that burning and his stomach lining was not very happy about it.

But he did as he was told, and followed after her in search of something to drink. Maybe water was all he needed. Certainly couldn't hurt. He'd feel much better once the coppery taste of his blood was off his tongue.