Even diluted, poisons from the most toxic plants are still lethal.

[The same could not be said for his threat, however. Upon confirming that Vincent seemed unwilling to further engage, Kit found that he was not only able, but completely inclined to relax. At least insofar as standing there required. That the habitat's sleeping quarters were all the way down at the other end of the hall was not a fact that escaped him, and he knew very well he should be heading back before what was left of his strength was expended.

But...his feet were reluctant to move, legs not incapable of supporting his weight, but unwilling to carry him away from his companion. After all, if he left now and that something returned...

...what a foolish thought that was. He hadn't felt that presence since before they'd toppled down the stairs. It was gone now, and the two of them were all that remained. They were safe, weren't they? Apart from their own injuries, of course.]

In any case, you should take your own advice.

[Lifting one hand, Kit gestured to his face, indicating where on Vincent's he was bleeding from.]

I'm not going to carry you back to the dormitory if you collapse.