Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

someone took her bait. perhaps there was an easier way to find a patient, yet her luck had been dulled from the last time. others seemed perplexed by her. whether intimidated by her appearance or her mannerisms. she had not the best time interacting. so in a sense, it was their fault for pushing her to this decision. and whether there would be more victims... well, that was also unknown. the wolf would devour the hare effectively enough before walking off. sticking close to the shadows, she would follow after. eager not to lose her in favor of turning into a cadaver. 

by the time Huntington arrived, she would wear a mask of shock as she bent over the shuddering form of the poisoned woman. nearby was the yarrow, placed on the ground before she spoke. a paw would come to rest on the stranger's chest gently as if that would comfort her. "are you alright?!" her exclamation was false, though believable enough. she'd lean forward more, sniffing at the corner of the woman's mouth. "poison..." as if she didn't know. her face was a scowl, pulled into disgust as she plucked the herbs from the earth.

no one would come after her for this, surely? she made it believable enough, had given enough time to let the other think nobody was coming to rescue her. that was indeed dying. "quickly, eat this!" she'd shove the herbs to the woman, a pleading look forming on her face "it'll make you vomit the poison. hurry!"