Blackfeather Woods i.i : you gotta be crazy; gotta have a real need

Before Flicker could do her any harm, the woman fell back and vomited; Maegi paid particular attention to the steaming contents, wondering if there were any answers to be found within. Do you. . .do you feel better? she asked tentatively, eyes wide. Yarrow would have done that--she might not be out of the woods yet, but at least she had expelled the poison. Or most of it, anyway.

I won't be gone very long--I promise, Maegi said, face kind but firm. She needed to get away; she had been craving it. It will be okay. Pray to Peryite, to Meridia. They'll keep both of us safe. Gods, she didn't want to have to stay here to take care of someone! After all that had happened, that was the last thing she wanted.