Jerrick's arms, legs, and head were shivering. He was struggling to breathe, his eyes started to glaze over, and more black liquid was coughed out of his mouth. When Meesei laid him out, his pallor and black veins had spread across his entire body. Meesei's magic was keeping him alive, but barely. He was at least able to make out what Meesei asked, to which he shook his head in wide sweeps, clearly struggling. "No...no-...-thing..." Jerrick managed to say. There was nothing on Vera's lips, no poison delivered in her kiss that Jerrick could perceive. He frantically swallowed more of the black liquid back down so he had an opportunity to speak one last time. "In...the...waterskin..." A shaking hand pointed at the leather waterskin on the table. He had been carrying it around virtually all day. "...My...only...drink..." Jerrick managed to explain.

Another set of coughs and splutters sounded as more black liquid emerged. Meesei, being entwined with his being via restoration magic, could percieve his heart struggling to fuel itself with fresh blood. "Say...sorry...to Ver-...Ver-..." More black fluid interrupted Jerrick's speech and the shaking slowed to a stop. His heart was not far behind and soon he was uncannily still. Slowly, his soul faded, no doubt towards Hircine's hunting grounds.

In response to Lorag's clarifications, Harriet rolled her eyes and nodded impatiently. She was about to shut him up, but it seemed like he had gotten the message after all. "That's more like it," Harriet said with her own grin. As her hands wandered and they started to find a place out of the way, she thought on whether he would live up to his boast in the same way as he had earlier that day. She had no doubt that it would be an enjoyable evening, regardless.