Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] there's no more searching for answers

It would take time, she thought, for the effects to take hold. She supposed now was the time to keep little Miette on her toes. Well, honey-gold eyes shimmer darkly, and her tone grows mischievous — though a long-buried stone of hatred lies buried deep within. if I can figure out what the limits are for helping people, that means I can also figure out what it would take to hurt people we don't like.
As far as she was aware, Sapphique had no true enemies; but a lifetime of surrounding yourself with bloodlust makes one paranoid. Maleah was not a fighter, could not defend herself easily; what other choice did she have, if it came to such a circumstance?
What she did know was medicine. She knew herbalism, and she knew that too much of a good thing — or even a little of a bad thing — could spell the end.
The bitterness rests in the back of her throat. She swallows again. Stop staring at me like that. I'll be fine, I think. she knew what she was doing, so she thought, but the nervous stare of impending doom that came from over her shoulder was beginning to make her second guess herself.