Fruity Drinks Are For Everyone

Panic. She was always on the edge of panic. The good feelings never lasted. Idris attempted to placate her in his own manner, though his teeth found her throat once more. Dangerous? How could she make anything more dangerous than her own captors? Idris cut off her air supply for but a moment and endorphins flooded through Cambria. Olive eyes closed and heat flooded her stomach. Though terrified that Idris or Matija wouldn't let go some day, she enjoyed the sensation. It aroused her. Once more her pulse sped up, but then she was free once more. Or, well... as free as one in her position could be.

Idris reclined, sipping at his drink, his gaze locked on her to wait for an answer. "I can make the drink however you'd like," she informed him. Cambria wasn't the best healer, but she did know a bit about herbs. If the brother's wished it, she'd learn as much as she could about poisons as well.

Olive eyes cut to Mati as he commented about having no enemies... yet. Did they want enemies? Cambria surely didn't. Again, the woman nervously dug her claws into the earth beneath her. It was a wonder that her stomach wasn't full of ulcers...

"Cambria"