Zoya pondered over what Heath had just said. Poison was a nasty stuff but it also meant that there was a cure. Never mind all the aggression. If she could provide a cure to whatever Elvra was suffering from, she could negotiate a deal and maybe go home. One thing bothered her though.<br/>“If this is a poison, why did she never got a cure for it? In my country everybody who is sick gets medical care.”<br/>