Lion Head Mesa she's imperfect, but she tries

one month ago, two or three weeks along. tavina set out pennyroyal and mugwort. "you're familiar with poisons." her tone was observational. "if i administer this tonic, you understand that the risk of it not working or you dying is higher than you think, correct?"

as she waited for an answer, she began to mix the leaves together, adding a bit of rainwater caught in a stone basin. the mixture would be potent and near immediate. she wondered if the herbalist had ever suffered that level of pain before.