Thyr rubs her temples.
"I'm sorry I asked."
"Or for Proginetor's sake, just take the shot. If we're going to be here for a week and it turns out to be poison, then you'll have a fistful to shake it off. Besides, it isn't like you are going to be very useful while I'm being remade." Thyr clicked her tongue and looked at Vesha, trying to see some kind of smugness in him in that Faillune had sided with him.
"Fine." Mynas snatches the vial and carefully tips the spout onto the back of her hand and to her mouth. Capturing a droplet she takes it onto her tongue and lowers the vial before swallowing, closing her eyes and waiting for the punishing sensation of toxins entering her blood.