Herbalists' Cache i knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach.

no amount of help — freely given or not — would help Caiaphas now. a fey disease had sunk its wicked talons into her; an awful end, for an awful creature.

she staggered towards zephyr with no real ambition in mind. unlike spyridon, no fragmented ghost of her mind whispered he was a threat — all she saw was kevlyn’a absence.

the same panic that drove her to madness pushed her forward now; she stumbled past the boy, cheeks working in incomprehensible chatter. with gobs of drool swinging portentously from her muzzle, caiaphas made towards zephyr at an obscene crawl.