Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] there's no more searching for answers

Maleah swiftly began to realize the dangers of teaching the art of toxicology to a child. The devilish blaze is alight behind Miette's eyes, and she fears it may grow beyond her control if she does not backpedal. You're right, yes, it could hurt me or even kill me, she barks out a chuckle. but it's my job to test it so if something bad happens, no one else gets hurt. including her, this chaos-embodiment of a child.
With great tact, she separates what looks to be a tiny spoonful of crumbs from each of her two plants — one part oleander, two parts lavender. To others, it appears to be hardly anything; but for a woman of her puny size and stature, this was more than enough for someone not in the midst of active hysteria. It would not kill her, this rather pitiful amount of her concoction, but it would surely be enough to anger her intestines should it go awry.
She laps at it with a careful dab of her tongue, bitter spreading with calm floral notes, and she swallows. Your job, since you're here, she points a tapered darknight paw to the chest of her little lab-tech. is to go get ma-man if I start to feel sick in the next couple hours. We'll both know. Got it?