nobody in your bed

He was a little odd, Poser would give her that. Someone would have probably taken his life an age ago if he'd been boring. For a while, his only value was as an entertainment feature. A conversation piece. Poser was accustomed to that, after all. What was a borzoi, a dog of all creatures, doing out here? What business did he have thriving surviving out here on his own? He couldn't tell you.

His miracle medicine. That was what he was here for, after all. "It does a range of different things for different people, everyone a little different. Those are the most common uses, though." Poser's tail wags as he explains to the young woman. He'd missed this age, this exploratory age, with all of his own children. That was a damn shame, and he was enjoying it thoroughly now. He'd make it up to the universe in this context, maybe.

"It'll take some time to process, especially because it's coming into your blood stream through your stomach. Give it time, it will come." Poser knew the feeling well... if you weren't careful, you'd end up going down rabbit holes deeper than you thought possible. He wouldn't let the young woman mess with that. Not at the moment, or at any point in time. Too dangerous. Never under his care would he let anyone go too deep. Way too dangerous.

"I came out here looking for an herb that's similar, but can produce some intense psychedelic episodes. Less for healing, more for fun. Let's find something more helpful," Poser smiled over his shoulder, picking carefully over the soft earth, nose to the ground. A hound in true form. His eyes fell on a pretty golden flower, springing up among a bed of ivy and weeds, tail wagging. "Come look at this patch of plants, can you point out to me which looks like it would be healing herb?"