Bramblepoint the devil's right there in the details

There is a tentative moment where they lock eyes, and he tries not to let it fill him with dread. He tries to remain relaxed and confident, because he does want her to feel better and he trusts that the voice inside of him - that voice he thinks is Sithis - only wants to help, too. He trusts himself more than he ought to, maybe. But he is desperate for answers and if she can give him what he needs, then he'll help her.

Except... When she does finally take the flowers, chews, swallows, he isn't so sure.

A fog drifts through her expression, settles in her eyes. He watches as she sways a little then slumps in to the dirt, the flowers taking their effect — and he smiles. Mou doesn't think she's hurting now. He thinks he's done a good thing. He advances on her position and sniffs at her snout, the fur around her cheeks, looking for clues while it is safe to do so, but none of the scents she carries are familiar to him yet.

He probes at her for a response but when none comes, he pauses and watches to make sure she's at the very least, still breathing. Then, knowing he doesn't have time to waste, he turns and flees through the dark again — heading east, moving as quickly as he can so that he can fetch Maegi. She knows more about herbs and can help this girl. Most importantly, he is hunting for a strong body that can help him get the girl home with him — to Blackfeather.

Mou will get his answers, one way or another.