He sniffed again and added with the same casual tone,
"So? Did you get the antidote to that herb finally?"
Kaya turned her wrist, lifting the small pouch hanging loosely by her side. She looked at it thoughtfully, then brought it close. A faint scent. Of course.
"You mean this?"
He bent forward and gave it a sniff, nose scrunching slightly before recognition struck his face.
"Yes! That's it! Where did you get that herb anyway?"
His eyes were round now—alarmed, or intrigued—it was hard to tell.
Kaya's eyes narrowed at his change of tone. Her voice cooled further, the air around her seeming to still. "Why? Is it poisonous?"
He paused, his carefree expression faltering.
He shook his head, his expression losing all traces of playfulness. A rare seriousness etched into the lines of his face as he spoke, "I'm not sure about it, but I know this herb is used in high-grade antidotes. The kind that can neutralize even the deadliest poisons… maybe even the one you were exposed to."
