[PQ] Toxicity

Phoebe's eyes widened a bit when she got a look of what the reanimation fluid looked like. It was both strange and beautiful in a way. And terrifying. Ascendeds were very different from people like her in many ways, but to the naked eye it could be hard to discern. But seeing this made it undeniably clear just how different they were. When the needle was removed she quickly placed a small piece of gauze on the pin-prick, placing pressure on it until it was certainly either healed or would no longer...would you call it bleeding if it wasn't blood? Isla spoke of how they might separate out the various parts of the fluid to understand what actually caused the poison to disintegrate. She vaguely recalled something she had read once in a more advanced medical text (before promptly putting it away because goodness some of those concepts were difficult!). She closed her eyes, trying to remember what it was, her brows furrowing. Ah! She held her hands in front of her, fingertips lightly pressed together as she recited, "If you spin a mixture at a high rate of speed for an extended period of time the various parts should separate." She wasn't sure if it would help Isla but she was at least proud of remembering it. "Would that get you what you need?" Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself