Redsand Canyon might just fuck us over

Aquene felt even more troubled when she heard the mode of delivery. It was not possible to prove that anything intentional had happened. “Is it possible the creature ingested it before it died? If it was hunted before the poison had a chance to take effect and kill it from the inside it could have been contaminated.” She could only imagine what overprotective plans her own husband was cooking up healing the two healers talk of such things. She preferred to think that no one had attempted to murder the queen. Regicide would mean war, and Mereo was bound to answer Akashingo’s call.
 
She agreed and offered a grateful smile and her own bow of her head. The healer had accomplished that which she set out for but she would wait for the pleasantries to be done before beginning the exhausting hike in her current state back to the den for a nap. She listened as the healer asked about the Matrona but did not answer. That was a question best left for her husband to answer.