Zehava gasped audibly at Snowcloud's words. "You can heal the Patriarch's injuries?"
"He wasn't injured," Snowcloud said, her voice grave. "He was poisoned, and I have the antidote."
A deep frown appeared on Zehava's forehead. "Poisoned? But I thought…"
"It's true," Rockblaze interrupted her. "The Society has kept it quiet, because the poisoning of a Patriarch means powerful Shadowflame members were involved. And if it gets out that there are traitors among our leaders, it could tear the Society apart." He furrowed his brow and looked at Snowcloud. "But you say you have an antidote? How confident are you that it will work?"
"Very confident," Snowcloud said. "Before she disappeared, my mother figured out the type of poison that was used against Grandfather. I recreated that poison, then used an adult dragon to create the antidote."
