[Apparently in Pils' head, the word "poisonous" erases the word "maybe." She stares for a second, completely horrified before frantically coughing, harder and harder, trying to get this HORRIBLE BUG OUT OF HER BODY OH GOD WHY]

I...I can't! Maybe if I drink a lot of water it'll flush out the poison! I can't die in this place! It's bad enough that I fell down the stairs and sprained my wing, NOW THAT STUPID LIBRARY GHOST IS TRYING TO POISON ME!