Naael bit her tongue, almost hard enough to draw blood, to keep from weeping. Her best friend, captured and sold as a slave? Impossible! She'd only seen her a few weeks ago... and she'd been heading out in this direction, and, oh gods...<br/><br/>She looked between the two options, crinkling her nose in disgust. "The pill," she said, not liking the look of the other. Not liking the look of either, to be honest, but the pill, at least, didn't look like it might kill her.