OOC: love the table btw
She was an ideal patient, sitting still as Lecter went off to retrieve his materials. She did not find it unnerving but practical that he would know where to find his skill materials. How else was he to fulfill his role without ease of access?
When he returned, she complied without hesitation, bending down (and near wrenching then) to nibble on the soothing plants. She made a personal note of their scent and color in the instance she would need to find them for herself. She had no intention of plundering his stock.
She rolled the crushed leaves against her tongue as she thought, swallowing first before replying; he had been right about the mint. "Two mornings ago. I spit up food at first but this morning there was nothing but liquid..." |