...it's poisoned.
Loria shrugs. "Suit yourself," she says, and stalks from the
room.
"What's the matter with her?" you ask Jalin, who is standing
at the window, gazing after his slender sister.
"I'm sure I don't know," he says, but you know he's lying.
"Tell me, Jalin,...
You set it on the ground and smile fakely. "I'll drink it later.
I'm not so thirsty as I thought."
