Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

it was always entertaining to see how motivated people were when facing death. Huntington clicked her tongue at the thrown bile, quickly burying it beneath the earth. yet she did a mental check of the other's condition before giving a small grunt. acceptable. perhaps no lasting damage. a weakness of the heart, tightness of the chest... she would feel dreadful for now. "shall I fetch you some water?" her eyes found the moss attached to a fallen tree.

she assumed the other did not want the taste of bile upon her mouth any longer. there had to be a puddle around here, a stream, a creek... something. Huntington made a wide berth of the woman, collecting the moss without a word. her back was to her for moments before she turned back. a dramatic turn of events to be sure. all this for a patient... it had been effective, so her behavior would not turn to angelic ways. at the very least she was gentle with her 'patients'. less so with cadavers.