W.W.H.D.: Princess Hornet, like every other victim of manticore venom that does not have immunity (magical or otherwise) would suffer a combination of symptoms typical of the clinical case, with slight variances for personal tolerance, constitution, and mental state. The typical case of manticore venom involves two primary symptoms. Physically, the body is subjected to a slow-acting paralysis. This begins with a feeling of lethargy. After a brief period of time, typically measured in several minutes, this is followed by occasional involuntary muscle spasms, a general feeling of unresponsiveness (not dissimilar to having one's arm or leg fall asleep) and eventually a gentle paralytic sleep lasting between twenty minutes and several hours, depending in part on whether the victim is woken or allowed to sleep off the effects. Some people even take small doses of the stuff intentionally, claiming that the sleep it offers is especially deep and relaxing. This also leads us to the neurochemical effects of the toxin: mild to medium hallucinogenic effects. Depending on victim, this could be as simple as a slight alteration in depth perception and distance judgment, or it can involve more complex visions such as the victim perceiving themselves as a different person or elements in their setting as entirely different objects. The hallucinations are typically not so severe as to entirely distance the victim from reality (e.g., they will not walk into objects as if they weren't there even before the paralysis) but they may be found talking to a tree or flower without possessing plant-speaking magic. 

All this is to say that Kathelia had really been hoping that once free, Red would dash off to go join Alina. If she could fish it out of the bag, she could get it into its casing and toss it to Alina. But when she looks at her bag now, she's not seeing a bag of Labazaar objects and one (1) dragonfire light. Instead, Kathelia (already quite the nerd) appears to be hallucinating something from her long ago past and is seeing a mix of old toys in her bag: carved blocks, little animals and plants, jangly and shiny bits and bobs that she'd quite like to grasp if both her hands weren't full. And really, she'd quite like to take a nap right now, but she's still busy and she needs to find...something in here and get it to Alina. She spins her spear with one hand (though with less fervor than a moment ago) and tries to dig past a little sheep and a block with letters on it and find the...the thing she's looking for, a really shiny fiery toy. It's got to be in there somewhere.