She was tense, alert, watching him. She clearly was more focused on him than the snake. She felt the small bite and it took all her self control not to throw up every mental and magical barrier that she could, to submit to whatever was about to happen, knowing that there was at least one poison she had no hope of recovering from if she was dosed with it, knowing there were other drugs besides poisons, not knowing what magic connected him to the snake, except by his own words.

And then the energy flooded through her like drinking a healer's brew, though feeling that sensation starting somewhere other than her throat, mouth, or stomach, was odd. But that sensation usually came from what she ate or drank, rather than the kiss of a snakes tooth. And usually what she drank was self contained. It had the power it had.

This....? this was a conduit between her and his power. But his power felt.... wrong. Not twisted, not tainted, but not... anything she could figure out. It felt nothing like her own dark well. It felt nothing like the Jewels, like the Blood.

But her body was parched for energy and was drawing as much as it could, outside her conscious control. She was to bust thinking about the sensation, and trying to figure it out, unaware as her body cried out for more, and more. She'd started doing magic too soon after her Moontime this month, she had unleashed a lot of magic trying to get past Theiorn's shields to kill her father, and then she drove herself too hard physically and magically on the planet, trying to escape her pain and fear. Karla had made it clear that no witch in Kaleer was going to hurt herself that way without repercussions. Since The Hight Lord and Jaenelle backed her on that, no one could argue much.

But even in as much trouble as she'd be if she went home now, in the shape she was in... she'd take the chance if offered it. In a heartbeat.