"I'm not―" Soleia's eyes widened with alarm, and she immediately denied the old woman's words.
Her palms hit the armrests as she attempted to stand to her feet, but strangely enough, she felt her body stiffen before going limp. Instead of standing up, she crashed straight to the floor, the legs of the chair scraping against the wooden floor as she collapsed in a heap.
"What…" she said with a gasp. She could barely feel her feet and legs, and even her fingers were starting to grow numb.
Her eyes fell onto the half-empty teacup on the table. The realization sunk inside like a stone in a river.
"You poisoned me," she gasped out. Instinctively, she desperately reached into her pockets, trying to reach for her tiny weapon. She just needed to draw it out, but her clever hand which had always done her mind's bidding when it came to crafting wild inventions was wholly uncooperative.
