The Sunspire I got a heart like a truck

She was surprised, but she smiled. I'll hide it well. She would find a place where no one would stumble into it. It wasn't something she wished to even handle more than she needed to, but he must have seen some use in it. Maybe that should have made her nervous, but instead it assured her that they were more similar than she'd thought.

Poison is something planned. It takes finding it, planning it, the amount and the place. It's too easy to do it wrong if it's rushed. Fennec settled herself comfortably, her voice thoughtful. Whoever did it wasn't angry. They wanted her dead for a while, and they had something to gain from it. It wasn't a weapon of passion.

She paused, wondering if she should share. No secrets.. I've traded in poison once. Enough to kill a wolf. But it was for a woman whose children were taken. She wanted to get them back. And Fennec had sought to help her, for an agreed on price. The silent question - she assumed it was too big a coincidence.