As time progressed, the instruction that Meesei provided to Sabine started to diminish in necessity as the day turned into one of practising. Rhazii was taken care of and the poison test was regularly checked up on, but their isolation to the scholars' loft made the rest of the day rather quiet.

The test itself was so idle and peaceful that the large flask containing the heart suspended in red-shaded water didn't seem like it was going to react at all. Lunch passed them by, then the rest of the afternoon. Every hour that the flask didn't do anything was time that Sabine felt a pang of shame and frustration. She hoped that she had added the lycan blood in time.

Feeling crestfallen despite having a productive lesson in healing, Sabine was about to go and see if Ahnasha had returned with some dinner. It was then that a sudden change caught the corner of her eye. The flask began to darken, the heart shrivelled slightly. "Meesei!" Sabine raised her voice to get Meesei's attention and beckoned her to the flask. The red turned to brown, then to a muddy grey. In the space of half a minute, the poison had unleashed its potential. The flask began to emanate a disgusting smell then, an indication that Sabine knew to expect.

"...It's dead." Sabine spoke quietly, her wide eyes not quite believing that the test had worked just as intended. If the test was any indication with what Carana and Sabine had worked out as the margin of error, then it seemed as though the poison had to have been administered between the meeting that Meesei's pack arrived in, to about halfway between lunch and dinner that day.