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dalia stared, as his bold demeanor turned to something far more accusatory and... insulting. she stared at him, deadpan, before dipping down and lapping up the flower without a second word. "it was marigold," she told him after ingesting it, making a sour face for a split second before dipping to pick up another one, "and i wouldn't even have you ingest it, it goes on the wound. to fight infection. unless you'd rather die." what a moron. truth be told, dalia had no idea if it would hurt her pregnancy. she hadn't even thought about it -- it didn't cross her mind. 

with the second one, she did the same thing to it what she had begun to do to the first. "i'll also put on nettle leaves and then give you poppy seeds. for swelling and for pain. and i'd prefer not to waste my cache on myself, singe i am rather healthy and don't need any medication," she added, gaze still upon the marigold as she smashed it.