"You won't." Her hand fell after a moment, and at his words, her eyes widened slightly. "That close?" She wished he'd told her before. Grabbing her pack, she reached into it for a pouch full of vervain, adding a small dose to the stew, then holding out a bit to him. It wasn't the first time they'd had the herb, and she knew that for some of the vampires, at least, it could keep them safe. "You killed it?"
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