"I'm wondering if it needs the double dose." She says, sitting on the bed with a wet rag in her hand. "Of the venom in the spines plus the pollen. Though I think I can feel a little of that tingling effect, it's not as pronounced. I do feel flushed and almost as if I've had a glass or two of wine. But nothing like you're experiencing. At least I've been partially exposed, so I don't have to be too careful helping you." She leans over him, the delicate ribbons closing her brassiere fluttering as she begins to gently brush the pollen away from his eyes, at least.