[PQ] Toxicity

Kalt looked at the vial of poison that Isla handed to Phoebe and the fang of the demon from Min right after.    The vial didn’t worry him, at least initially. He had been around probably thousands of kinds of poisons, both natural and manmade, for so many years that it didn’t bother him in the slightest. However, the fang had a chill run down his spine, less out of fear and more out of excitement. The first thought he had was the want to turn the thing into a knife or dagger of some sort, but he figured Isla wouldn’t exactly be thrilled with the fang going missing, so he opted to wait.    The fact the doctor was now an Ascended held no fascination or shock for him, but her following statement drew piercing eyes in her direction instantly. Inject herself? Had she lost her mind?    ”Are you insane?” He questioned. ”Isla, we don’t have an antidote yet! I know how to slow the spread of poisons, but if something goes wrong, you’re going to die.” The assassin never really had an issue with people dying, especially when they sacrificed themselves for something foolhardy, but he liked Isla and thought her an especially valuable person within the bubble. It wouldn’t benefit anyone for her to be incapacitated or killed.    Regardless, the decision was ultimately the doctor’s, so he clamped his mouth shut, jaw feathering with drawn brows. ”I have transmutation,” he muttered. ”And minor healing magic.” He felt the need to stress that his healing was miniscule at best so she didn’t rely on his ability to possibly revive her from the dead. KALT darkness lives in me