Val’s eyes snapped to her.

He was not struggling anymore. There was no more shouting. All that was left was a slow, dangerous quietness.

“Herbs?” he questioned, his voice was rough, and still raw from his scream. “What do you know about herbs, human?”

Issa’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t freeze. This was her chance. If she was useful, maybe she could stay alive. She took a slow breath, forcing her voice to stay calm. “For calming of the mind. For pains. For… ...