Herbalists' Cache what you need is a special touch

Etienne sniffed the air. As if by doing so he might smell Druid. But all he smelled was the wetlands and dirt. And sobeille herself and his scent. More fishy now than before.

A tilt of an ear. 'er 'as dey brain rot, rabies. No cure for dat. You get bit and dat be it.

he didn't add that he had given Druid poison so she wouldn't bite anyone. That he told her to be careful as she could.