Redhawk Caldera Chaconne

She was prepared to refuse what she assumed was going to be another nudge to take the herbs, but when Fennec pointed out that it was to fight off infection, she snapped her mouth shut and glared sharply at Fennec for a moment. She'd hit a nerve, one that Niamh wasn't keen on making public; but her step-daughter wouldn't have seen her expression. Nor would she have seen the way the corner of her lip wavered slightly, despite how she tried to keep them pulled tight. "Fine," She rasped, clearing her throat before she quietly reached and dragged the root back, and scarfed it down. She always hated the way herbs tasted. "Thanks," She said, her voice a bit softer then. She should have learned from pervious experiences that when it came to medicines, she shouldn't doubt whatever advice Fennec was giving her. She made a note to steer clear from making that mistake again. 

She wasn't sure if Fennec picked up on what Niamh had essentially confessed- but something about the grim set of her jaw told Niamh otherwise. She'd been rattled, visibly, and it did not seem as though the budding warrior was one to easily forgive others who crossed her. "What was she asking you, about the Caldera?" She asked, curious to know if she'd mentioned any names in particular.