Blackfeather Woods the haunting

Maa-chroon. Mushroom? she asked, trying to clarify. She shook her head, heaving an incredibly weighty, weary sigh. God, Mou, why can't you just not eat plants when you don't know what they do? At least, she assumed the fungi was unfamiliar to him. Why else would he have ingested it in large enough quantities to hallucinate so badly, if he'd truly known its nature?

She was frustrated and scared, her chest tight and heart pounding against it. Moreover, she knew Ramsay wouldn't be happy with Mou getting into more trouble, especially after she'd told him all that had occurred with the Redhawks. The ice was already thin; it wouldn't take much to crack it.

Do you want some poppies to sleep? Maegi asked, trying to soften her barbed tongue. It worked only slightly; she still sounded quite cross. I can get you some, if you like. Only some, she added, narrowing her eyes at him.