Crow managed a smile at Penelope’s words. He absently noticed her place a hand on his arm, although her touch felt distant somehow, as if the arm didn’t belong to him, and he was just observing the interaction from somewhere else. It was a strange sensation. He drew back and rested his forearm across his eyes, trying to block out the sight of the trees that seemed to be moving around him. Even though he knew it was just a hallucination, their motion made him feel nauseated.

“Seemed like… a good idea at the time,” he explained to her with a grimace. “Not so much now.” Though he was glad he knew the poison worked, he definitely regretted the method he had used to obtain that knowledge. Lying on his back, focusing on breathing all while trying to ignore strange visions that made him feel sick was not something he planned to do ever again. He just hoped the henbane would wear off quickly so he could move again.

More so than that, he also hoped no knights would find them before the poison was out of his system. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to kill him while he was unable to defend himself. He didn’t like feeling so vulnerable.

“This is the worst,” Crow groaned. “If you ever think… ‘hey, I should test this poison on myself’ just don’t… don’t do it. I’m pretty sure I saw… a deer with wings fly over us just now.”