"Only you would get poisoned by a plant and then decide to make it your pet narcotic of choice." She teases, like she's not certain-- perhaps even worried-- that she might crave this sense of desperate closeness again. The need to give and give and give until her body was exhausted.

"I suppose the middle of the woods is a bad place to test its effect on me." She agrees, shaking her head. "I'll have to content myself with just the effects of the pollen for now."