Still smiling, Taerys popped the top off of the bottle of venom and poured a little into a small, shallow bowl. She looked down into the bowl for a few moments, swirling it around as different questions and thoughts raced through her mind. It wasn't easy, but she forced those niggling thoughts away. She trusted Varus. If that wasn't the case, they wouldn't be here right now. 

With a deep breath, the Varyx put away the rest of the venom safely. "In Varaxian culture we have a...ritual of sorts called Vahna. When we reach adulthood...that's when we do it for the very first time..." Taerys remarked idly. She dipped the tip of the dagger into the venom in the bowl, making sure it was covered with the green liquid. "It's a sort of mind-cleansing ritual. We do it because if we don't, we turn feral. We lose ourselves to primal instincts and urges...and we can't get back from it." She lifted the dagger out of the bowl, staring at the shimmering steel tip coated with green. "The longest I've seen someone go without it is 2 months. It's already been 1 and half months for me..." Taerys trailed off and looked up at Varus, melancholy prevalent in her voice.