Bearclaw Valley la bien qui fait mal

It would seem that he had to work a little harder for this one. Evien leaned in and picked up a stalk of borage for himself, cringing inwardly at the fact that he was wasting it, and chewed it before swallowing. Bitter, yes, but totally harmless in such a low dose. 

"Do you trust me now?" he asked, forest eyes searching her purple.