Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

He is offered a different pick of poison in the form of alternate wines. Briar's idle fussing with his current drink ceased and his paw returned to the floor. He was not satisfied, nourished, or hydrated by it. Only left with a faint fog within his mind. A sigh heaved from his chest.

No, I think I've finished for now, thank you. I'll search for water later if that changes.

As her gaze travels away, his remains on her. A guardedness to his eyes as an inkling of suspicion latched onto her following statement. It was vague, open-ended, barely a suggestion. But an insinuation was there. Or so he suspected. He'd rather such things be stated plainly

He voice kept a level tone, Might I ask what you mean by that?