You tell Moonflower that you have an antidote in your bags, and offer it to her.
Moonflower: “Nah, it’s okay! Better not risk it ’til we got more.”
After a few minutes of walking, you come across a small clearing with an old water well. Missing a windlass or a bucket, it appears to not have seen use in quite some time.
Up above you, the sun still shines brightly, high in the deep blue afternoon sky, where a few white clouds slowly drift by.
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