A huge stream of thoughts flooded Ina's mind as she expertly navigated the forest to find the precise ingredients she needed to neutralize the poison running through Kier's veins.
"Big spider? How big? Was it red and white? What was it doing in a cavern? Marked veins means increased pressure, but why are they red? White lips? White lips?"
She cut a feather flower and the golden glint of the sickle distracted her.
"How did he know I'd need a golden sickle?"
A small, gentle smile grew on her lips, and she hurried back to her cabin before she could even think of acknowledging it.