Black Fang checked the shine near the tip, then folded her cloth and set it aside.
"Any competent poison-wielder knows how to cure their own venom. Why would you assume I have no control?"
Heat prickled across Ayame's tongue.
She opened her mouth to answer, only for the sensation to spread over its entire surface. Her next breath caught on a startled sound as the burning intensified, fierce enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"Ah! What did you-"
The words broke off. Even the air passing over her tongue hurt, and pressing it against the roof of her mouth made the burning worse.
"Yoo... bih..."
Iris shook with laughter behind her.
"What was that?"
Ayame wrenched one arm sideways, nearly drawing it free. Iris caught her wrist again and pulled it back beside the other, grinning at the furious look turned upon her.
