Food Poisoning is Magical! (Eckhart)

[Pips]

Sainav couldn't help but feel bad looking at that many people with blue ears, hair turning into roots, and... Butterflies. The sight of skin-butterflies being formed and fluttering away made him nauseous, and a tear flowed from his left eye. It was horrible.

- Thankfully, the condition seems to be only external. At least, she didn't cough up any butterflies yet. - the man continued explaining, but Sainav couldn't listen. This day was horrible as is, and his emotions were at skin's surface as much as the butterfly-flakes were.

He approached the girl, barely awake, probably magically sedated, face and voice in shock and fear. - What the... Does she feel pain from this?

[Eckhart_Von_Musel]

"Pain? No, none at all. That's probably the most worrisome part of it."

Alabaster's nose wrinkled, gently catching one of the butterflies in the palm of his hand. "What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" he asked slowly, unsure if he really wanted the answer to that question. "Has she gone numb?"

The healer's mouth thinned, an ugly grimace settling on his face. "No." he said, a twinge of fear audible in his voice. "She was laughing when we found her. We can only presume that this somehow feels..." The man paused for a moment, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "...Enjoyable. She fought us all the way here, we had no choice but to sedate her."

The professor felt his stomache do a flip. He glanced at Sainev, then reached into his robe pocket for his wand. "Yeah." he said darkly. "That's not good."