[And Maria settles herself back, as she watches him bring the oils over. The Wilder is barely conscious - dazed and a little unfocused, though she's not really surprised. Anemia does strange things to people; Maria knows this as well as anyone.
Though, if anything, it just seems to make him relax a little, to want to sleep. She squints, then looks at the more experienced Witch, who looks back with a nod. Right, sleep is probably good, they'll watch him, they'll get him home.] I think it worked, more or less. Or it gave him something else to think about than whatever had drawn him to the flowers in the first place.
I think, perhaps... [She looks over the small procession.] We should all probably head back, at this point. We can try again tomorrow, now that those who are unaware of the dangers of the Wilde can realize even the plants are harmful.
[And with that, she looks back at Adrian, and nods.] Thank you for your assistance. [Hey, no one can ever say she doesn't have some manners.] I think this will be an important lesson for all of them.
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Though, if anything, it just seems to make him relax a little, to want to sleep. She squints, then looks at the more experienced Witch, who looks back with a nod. Right, sleep is probably good, they'll watch him, they'll get him home.] I think it worked, more or less. Or it gave him something else to think about than whatever had drawn him to the flowers in the first place.
I think, perhaps... [She looks over the small procession.] We should all probably head back, at this point. We can try again tomorrow, now that those who are unaware of the dangers of the Wilde can realize even the plants are harmful.
[And with that, she looks back at Adrian, and nods.] Thank you for your assistance. [Hey, no one can ever say she doesn't have some manners.] I think this will be an important lesson for all of them.