Hushed Willows if i get home before daylight, i just might get some sleep tonight

She reclines onto her haunches and waits.  She still expects resistance but finds none, and after some time she takes another mouthful of the peppermint — this time from Qilaq's pile — and consumes it.  Her mouth tingles and she hopes that if she can persuade the dark girl to eat, that it won't frighten her.  She had warned that it would be cold, but what if she still somehow thought it was poisoned?

It's safe, she reiterates idly, passing the time.  Will you let me look over your wounds?