Neve didn't panic and he didn't let something similar to it appear on his face.
He looked at the man on the ground, then at the two women, their expressions ready to frame him. He saw the field of uncertain faces and made a quick decision.
He walked to the man on the ground and crouched beside him. He checked his breathing first. It was steady. The pulse at his neck was present, slightly fast but not alarming. His colour was off but he wasn't in danger.
"He's not dying," Neve said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "He fainted. There's a difference."
"Because of the poison you put in the meat," the tall girl said.
Neve stood up slowly and looked at her.
"Everyone here ate the same meat," he said. "Everyone used the same salt. Same fire, same preparation, same amount." He looked around the clearing. "Is anyone else feeling sick?"
Silence.
People looked at each other. They even checked themselves and shook their heads slowly.
