Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

To her utmost ire, he didn't answer, instead moving away like—like Astara. Yes, he reminded her a lot of the silent girl, but she had no choice, driven by curiosity, but to follow. She crept up to the bundle by the tree, her frown morphing into yet another look of surprise as she spotted deadly pink first, then two plants she wasn't familiar with.

And a raven's feather. Euron's face appeared before her, suddenly, soon blurred by tears. She blinked them away, sucking in a deep breath before turning to the man.

This is poison, Maegi murmured, dipping her muzzle at the oleander, which she knew only by a sobriquet. She glanced to the other bundles. Are these poison, too? What do they do? I have never come across them before; I don't know their effects.

Why was he showing her these? Was he like Cicero—did he dabble in toxins? It endeared her to him, if so, even if she still was piqued at his lack of conversation.