[The implication doesn't hit her immediately. For a moment, all she could do was gaze at him, to try and piece together what he was getting at. What pain killers had to do with his plan, she had no clue. She wasn't hurting, that much was for certain. And why Rhys would need them --
But that sort of medication didn't normally go in food, or drink. All at once, his warm embrace seemed to grow cold.]
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But that sort of medication didn't normally go in food, or drink. All at once, his warm embrace seemed to grow cold.]
Rhys, what are you saying?