a toadstool for your time

If Enito cared about getting sloshed, the monkey didn’t show it. Cairo stood close, an ear canted toward the girl as his eyes scanned the area, in case any dangers came near. He was better with treating scrapes and cuts than poisonings, and he was still considering whether he could take this woman home and have Paladin see to her treatment.

The water didn’t get long to settle in the woman’s gut, and up it came, though he was heartened to see more chunks of fungus coming up with the water and mucus… although, worryingly, little else. How long had it been since she’d eaten?

Enito went and refilled the tortoise shell, then returned and set it to one side, digging through one of Cairo’s pouches and pulling out a birch bark packet seamed with pitch and sinew stitching. At Cairo’s glance, the monkey provided, “Knotweed seeds. Or Pigweed seeds. They have several names. But they are an emetic, so if she eats some, whatever’s left of the mushroom should come up.”

Cairo regarded the woman. She seemed on the edge of passing out, and he pondered before leaning to nudge her ear. “Can you stay awake to eat these? They’ll make you throw up more, so it won’t be pleasant, but we have more water for you. Can you remember when you last ate?”

He tacked the last question on, thinking a quick hunt would be in order anyway.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think