Emily considers the mangled insect stuck to her palm - and far more importantly, considers the fact that while much has been made of animals dying from the insects' bites, she's not heard a whisper of anyone human succumbing, be they Blood or landen. After a moment she nods once, sharply.

"It can't hurt. Give me a minute to get a jar from the farmer. That way we can at least bring back some fresh samples for the medics to play with."