Laurel returned to her room after lunch to get the last dose of the antidote. The priestess smiled at her and bowed politely, whispering a blessing over her before she left. Eden was packing things up in a large trunk and the bottle she was supposed to drink was sitting on the table. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of taking it.
“Isn’t there a way to make it taste better?”
Eden laughed, “No, there isn’t. We’ve been over this.”
It didn’t hurt to keep asking. She took the little cup and tossed it into the back of her mouth before swallowing swiftly. She coughed and sputtered, reaching out for a glass of water. Eden handed it to her, and she was pleasantly surprised to find it full of juice.
Eden smiled, “I thought you deserved a treat to celebrate the end of your treatment.”
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