The leaf may very well have been the most foul thing Fiora ever put to her mouth, unless one counted a kiss to Amaya's decorated pelt ( how did she get even her cheek so... grimy? ). Fragments of that thought settled over her mind like a blanket being slowly unfurled, but even as it settled, she didn't... stop chewing the floppy thing. It was halfway crumbled into her jaws when a voice snaked out like the ripples of fog lightly encasing everything.

Sreda. Fiora could've cried. In fact, her eyes grew shiny with emotion. If there was anyone that could help.... Fiora turned clumsily to find her cousin. Not the young ones, the babies, the ones that needed shielded; a companion she'd learned poisons with, taken walks with Harper together, grew up beside. A friend. A companion. A knowledgeable witch in her own right.

Oh, she'd said something -- the... water? Fiora dipped her head shamefully.

None, she promised in a warble, Just... forget....

She grinned, sticking out her tongue as if to show that only the vveeeeeery tip of it was burnt. The leaf, half balled, fell from her mouth and landed with a splat on the earth below. It wasn't the leaf she needed anyway. Which one WAS? There had to be something to help, even just her symptoms if not the problem, but why couldn't she remember anything?

Ely...sium?

Where was everyone? What had happened to home? Harper? Even if she lost herself, please, tell her everything was okay. It was an entirely different pack scent on Sreda, one familiar in a way she couldn't place. An ally?