Blackfeather Woods addict with a pen

Okay. . .okay. He had swallowed the yarrow; now all there was to do was wait. She knew from the look on his face that it would not be a pleasant wait, either. "It takes a little while to work," she said, summoning all the patience she had in reserve. Sighing, she settled back on her haunches, the adrenaline-laced fear fading into something heavier, more deep-seated. Dread.

"You'll throw up," Maegi said casually, grimacing. "Sorry. But it'll get the poisons out of your system. I'm not sure what you ate, but. . ." She rose to her feet and padded over to the plant, peering at it. Given Mou's explosive reaction, she didn't want to test it herself, but perhaps he could give her more details.

"What did you feel?" she asked, craning her neck to stare at him, gaze more curious than concerned. "What did it do to you?"