Long term, huh. That's such an unpleasant thought. Long term here in the dark and with the closeness of the walls, shut away from light and air. Julien shifts a little more, unhappily considering that he's gonna end up claustrophobic.

"I have sort of a pocket dimension where time stops, and after a... certain disaster a long time ago, I've always kept it stocked." It wasn't that long ago really, but it's something that happened at home, so it's not really relevant. Even before then he'd started to be a bit of a hoarder. Why pay to take away trash when you could use it to heal yourself? "I can still get to it here."

He thinks she's metaphorical about poison and doesn't comment. Certainly in these conditions anything would spoil or be tainted quickly, if it was out exposed to time and the world.

"Were you a guest, or one of the servants here?"