"Next," Sol announced, getting up and under the curious eyes of girls, grabbing the sack he had hidden the night before. "The heat."
He reached in and withdrew a handful of the bright red, curved berries.
The atmosphere in the hut froze. The comfortable curiosity that had settled over the girls vanished, replaced by instant, primal terror.
"Fire-Devil's Droppings!" Liora squeaked, scrambling backward on her hands and knees until her back hit the wall. "Sol! No! Those make you breathe fire! They kill you!"
Veyra also took a step back, her face paling "Sol! Are you mad? Those are poison! If you put those in, the steam alone will blind us! We'll be breathing death!"
Liora looked ready to cry, hugging her knees. "Why do you want to kill us, Sol? I thought …I-i thought we were family.
The others also had similar reactions, recoiling as if he were holding a handful of venomous snakes, but Sol was dumbfounded by Liora's reaction.
