Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Serein was silent for several long moments. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't admit, even to herself, why the notion bothered her so much. But it would be easy enough to poison him, she thought, if Disa made him carry all the poisons.

Will you still visit me? She asked finally, turning back to look at Disa with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. It was the only thing she could think to say, though it didn't even begin to cover the true extent of her anxiety. She did not want to poison some poor man. But what else could she do?