the disease is called love / p, nayru

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(you’re okay!!!)

Nayru watched wordlessly as Malphas ingested the yarrow and then disappeared outside to throw it up. Parasites were messy business and admittedly, the undersized Sawbone really didn’t know how to proceed. Perhaps if she boiled some tea with minor traces of poison in them and served it, that would do the trick? Or maybe she could treat the issue as indigestion? The former seemed rather risky so she decided to settle for the latter, disappearing back into her storeroom only to return with fennel seeds. [b][color=#6b7e99]”I’ll have someone clean it up,” She laughed awkwardly, [color=#6b7e99]”But here, eat these.”

She paused for a moment, a frown curving her maw. Gayru? No... no. She didn’t even know what that meant. [color=#6b7e99]”Stick to Nay,” She instructed, though not unpleasantly. [color=#6b7e99]”And no, you aren’t going to die. Parasites usually pass on their own, those seeds I gave you will treat them like indigestion and treat any pain you may have. Also that’s... uh... not the kind of magic I do. I just started after all,” She explained softly, casting a gaze over her shoulder and to her little magical area. The warm scent of candles still hung in the air, as did something a little more sour. Much to her chagrin, poisonous herbs were utilized often in the spells her grimoire detailed. [color=#6b7e99]”Do you... do you want some tea?”