LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs
A cough breaks out of me — “keep moving.”
He eyes me like he's just confirmed a theory, nodding. “It would suprise me if anyone could take in the manticore's poison, and not suffer from it.” His index finger circle around the rim of his one good eye, an orb the colour of marble. “I lost my eyes to it. But I am a man, if not fully. Your particular biology might mean your full recovery, but then again, it might not.” He pulls out the empty vial which contained the antidote. The man continues his lecture, speaking in a voice meant for explaining stuff like animal husbandry. “The antidote will need time to work. In that time, you will need rest and you will need food. We camp, Riven. Now.”
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