"I am going to make more. I am going to make more. We shall need a lot more for all the others. Once these are gone, we will go to other ships. Yes. Other ships. We can use the Nav. I am going to make more." Elissa bent her head over the bowl and began crushing the deathroot leaves again, trying not to rock in rhythm with the motion and her words.

"I am going to make more. I am going to make more."