Raizen set down his fork. He didn't take one bite.
"I'm going to wash my hands" he said quietly.
No one looked up. Kenzo was mid-story about a tree branch that "almos fell." Atman was arguing constantly. Eiden was shaking his head in amused disbelief.
Raizen stood and walked toward the small bathroom tucked into the corner of the house, next to the door.
He closed the door behind him softly. Then he locked it.
The bathroom was tiny - barely room for a sink, a mirror, and a narrow cabinet. The single lantern on the wall cast dim, flickering light.
Raizen pulled the glass vial from his pocket.
The one with the antidote.
He'd prepared this carefully. Measured it. Labeled it in his mind. White powder. Fine and clean. Odorless. Mostly tasteless.
He unscrewed the top and tapped a small amount into his palm. From the main room, he heard Kenzo laugh - loud and sudden.
Raizen's hand jerked slightly. A little more powder than intended spilled into his palm.
He paused.
Looked at it.
