Alyssane froze in her place when he walked towards her.
She felt a strange uneasiness when he glanced at the wooden crate and his smile dimmed. When Kazmun looked at her again, his voice was devoid of any warmth.
"Seems like you're intent on killing yourself."
His deep blue eyes seemed darker.
Alyssane's heart skipped a beat. She quickly closed the crate lid but her fingers remained tensely on the wood. Nora won't carelessly hand her harmful things. But Alyssane could not entirely ignore Kazmun's words either.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
His frown deepened. Kazmun gestured at the crate, "A small wooden box cannot contain its energy if the mushroom manages to grow. It would turn the air of this room into deathly poison."
Alyssane stiffened but then averted her gaze, "It seems dead already, I was just trying to grow it because I was bored."
