Dreamshade. Peter had told her plenty of stories, maybe a few too many. Cheney knew what it could do to an infected person, she knew that he had taught his Lost Boys to dip their arrows into it, she knew that the only cure was to drink the water from Dead Man's Peak, and doing so kept you bound to the island for good. She thought she knew all about it, except for one important detail; Peter had never shown her what the plant looked like. Perhaps he was setting her up, and hadn't bothered to show her on purpose. She'd never know, but she knew Peter well enough to know that that could be a possibility, and one that wasn't far-fetched.
She'd just been wandering in the forest, not set on going anywhere in particular. Little did she know that she'd wandered into an array of Dreamshade bushes. She had walked through these areas of Neverland so often that she hadn't thought about deeming any of the surrounding foliage as harmful. At the same time, she was concentrated on the fact that she felt someone else's presence around her. She trained well enough to know when someone was following her, or even nearby. "Who's there?" She called out, looking behind her first.