Marked by fate
Zanthe is properly crotchety after all the hard work she’s had to do to burn it out.
They’ve layered in combinations of belladonna, nightshade and a whole host of other poisons. Tiny amounts, nothing that will actually kill me, but enough to mess with my system. Some of them have shoved Zanthe back out of reach for a while, like someone slamming a door in my head, and all of them hurt in one way or another.
I’m black and blue as well, because alongside the poisoning they’ve also been beating me, breaking fingers, removing toenails.