Noctisardor Bypass i’ll pick a star from the sky, pull your name from a hat

druid had a lot of questions that, admittedly, dinah did not know the answer to. i'm sure it'd be fine, she gives a quizzical look. depends on how much you like the taste of them, i suppose.
she watches intently as druid throws the little red berries back in her throat, and then dissolves into a minor panic as the nausea descends upon her yet again. drink some water, dinah urges, gently grabbing her aunt by the arm and walking her toward the edge of the creek. and maybe you should go rest. do you want me to walk you to your den?