Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

relmyna had never inquired into the events that had almost led to her daughter's death. grimly she had attended astara in every moment, resting little and exhausting the store of cicero's herbs to keep blood beating within the barely conscious body. her nights were spent in prayer, and while she had not wept, the toll of the preceding week was clear in the strain upon her scarred features.
but it was a toxicologist that had reared relmyna in her year of unawareness, and it was upon her that sheogorath had tested his poisons, his brews. such a venom had consumed astara, and the listener was not willing to ignore the correlation betwixt maegi's reintegration into the wood, and her own daughter's illness. what reason could there be such a thing; the younger girls posed no threat to their elder sister's acension into the brotherhood. relmyna could discover no motive for a deliberate act.
it was not far behind averna that relmyna came, moving between the pair with a hard chuff for their disengagement. astara was far too weak for such play, and she was irrationally, briefly annoyed that averna had not seemed to consider that for a moment's time. but her young ghost was indeed such — averna had never existed in the waking world.
passing a nudge along her daycub's ears, relmyna turned back to astara, worry pooling in the weary seawater glint of her gaze. and then anger, a conflagration that burned for a fierce second as she spotted the telltale black spots of poppy laid out before the girl. it was then that she turned fully to maegi, and while relmyna saw no reason to posture or to threaten, the hardness of her gaze was a testament to her ability. you do not give poppy to those who have ingested poison, she chastised. what did she eat to put her in this state?