“Don’t touch that.” Tighnari warned, gently pulling you back by your clothes, “it’s poisonous. If you touch it, it’ll kill you within hours.”

His ears twitched a little, guiding you away from the cluster of bright yellow flowers.

Tighnari sighed, you were always like this: walking off into random clusters of plants. He’d lost count of the amount of times you’d come to him with swollen appendages or red, bubbled skin from a reaction.

“I don’t want you dying on me. Would you actually listen to me for once when I tell you things about plants?” Tighnari sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose.