Bramblepoint your lips move, but i can't hear what you say

Maegi's mouth split into a huge smile as Fennec responded. Poisons, you mean, she replied. My father taught me about those. About how to kill a wolf without touching them. 

Memories of Cicero bloomed up, and her smile remained, though grew more solemn, diminishing in brightness. Her father was not a good man. He'd tortured, maimed, destroyed. . . He was the reason for her existence, and many days she hated him for it.

But a small part of her did miss him and his twisted wisdom.

What have you gathered or grown so far? she asked, keeping her past at bay. Better to focus on the present, with this milky-eyed girl, rather than waste breath on anything dead and gone. There were a lot of poisonous plants in the forest where I grew up.