"Contradictory." Although she was right either way. "It does not have to be a poison that kills you. It could freeze your limbs, muddle your mind..." the options were endless, especially in some magical far-realm.

Dimitri visibly tensed as she approached, uncertain and unable to discern if she was even real. The visions he often had were not so beautiful as she was, and that only made him more cautious.

"I... no. Thank you. I wouldn't be able to offer any insight either way." He reached for the cup regardless and slid it away from her. "Perhaps you've had enough, miss."