[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor[/center][hr]

He chuckled, rubbing his thumb along the outside of her knee. He remained silent for a moment, not fully believing her statement on feeling well. Perhaps she was at the moment but on a whole, Cuyler had his doubts on her true condition. 
[color=pink]”Why do you think I have Thia with me everywhere I go? She can take on the werewolves,”[/color] Cuyler teased. Thia meanwhile, had slipped off, following one of the cats who had dashed out of the room. 
Cuyler leaned forward, needing to remove his hand from Ayra’s leg in order to pour himself some tea. There was enough for him and he smiled at the smell of it. It had a rather soothing smell, perfect for headaches and tiredness. He took a sip of his tea before he leaned back in his seat, setting his hand back on her leg. 
[color=pink]”What will be the lesson today?”[/color] he asked, making conversation with both of them rather than solely focusing on Ayra. He took another sip of his tea before setting the cup down so he could open up his pack, looking for a certain bunch of herbs. He laid some out on the table. 
[color=pink]”I picked up a few things while I was resupplying. I wasn’t sure how fast this [b]Sickenesse[/b] was going to spread but I gave the healers I saw the information from what I had seen and they were able to provide some things. Hopefully they will help, just encase,”[/color] Cuyler said, and glanced at Atkin. He hoped by looking at Atkin, Ayra wouldn’t think he was worrying about her and would try brushing him off again. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Palace[/center][hr]

They didn’t get very far down the hallway when there was a very loud, unmistakable sound. Amarantha stopped walking, unclear if she had heard right. She looked at Fyror before the smell assaulted her nose. She covered her mouth and reached out to touch the wall. She was right in the blast zone and was it awful. Her skin became clammy and she had to shut her eyes as a dizzy spell overcame her. The smell was bad yes, horrid even but for it to do this to her? Amarantha couldn’t even get a comment out on the obvious embarrassment on Tristan’s behalf when she felt her legs give out and she dropped to the floor. She shifted, trying to stand but there was no feeling in her legs. She gasped from a sudden pain that insulted her insides. 
One of the many training exercises the Young Army had to endure, at a young age no less, countless times a year, was tasting poisons. Hemlock, oleander, and belladonna or deadly nighshade are just a few that they all had to ingest. Those were some of the longest nights of Amarantha’s life. She would have preferred the beatings and broken bones to the never ending vomiting and fear of never waking up from whatever poison had been laced in their food that night. It was this that helped her understand what was going on and what she had been poisoned with. She shot her head up looking at Luna, the only one she cared for in this scenario. 
[color=#006400]”Retrace your steps. What you have eaten, what you have touched, if you bathed this morning and what you used to dry off. Nothing is to small Luna. I’ve…”[/color] Amarantha trailed off, her stomach cramping, which seemed to send a jolt down to her paralyzed legs. 
The door to the infirmary opened and a [b]Physik[/b] walked out, dropping her papers and apologizing profusely for her clumsiness. 
[color=#006400]”Belladonna!”[/color] Amarantha roared at the woman. If there was one place to help with her symptoms, it was here.