"But those were Mr. Deville's prescribed medicine!" Alto protested.
"Mother Moon, please, analyze the poison. Alto, help me! Let's stretch Mr. Deville over here!" Nyx laid Devlin's head over the sofa's armchair while his feet were put to the other end. His shoes were removed by Alto.
"Extract from thorn apple! This isn't poison, Nyx!"
"But the scent smells like poison!" Nyx pulled a chair near Devlin's head.
"May I, my dear?" Alto smelt the tablet being powdered by Shimermoon. "It is medicine, Miss Nyx! Er, what is thorn apple, my darling?"
While they were talking, Nyx started massaging the head of Devlin. Starting from his forehead down to his temples, she let her fingers slide slowly and repetitively.
"It is tropane alkaloid or hyoscine, in layman's term," Devlin spoke with difficu
