If They Knew How Misery Loved Me

Rœkia listened quietly, brow bunching as she listened, she did a bit more nosing around before turning seriously to the girl, a frown adorning her face. "Your heart is racing and the sound of your breathing is concerning. I'm afraid you may be coming down with a respiratory ailment." Finch spoke again and Rœkia smiled. Oh the fates were conspiring darkly tonight. Her eyes drifted again to the Foxglove and she reached out to try and lick the girls cheek. "There, there, I have the perfect remedy to stave off this infection, it's right here." Rœkia walked over to the plants. Every part was poison. She could pick what she wanted at her leisure and she carefully, delicately snipped off a few of the buds, laying them at Finch's feet.

Foxglove, like all poisons could be used to heal. It could ease swelling, ease wounds and help with bleeding, internal and external, as well as cardiac disturbances. But it was a difficult plant to dose safely and so it made a far better poison…. a beautiful poison. One of the wicked girls favorites.

"Here, dear. Try these. They're the buds of the Wolf's Thimble plant. They should help ease any growing congestion and bolster your immune system."

"Speech"