Hideaway Strath (don't fear) the reaper

The hellhound endowed a mushroom, watching him set it gently down before him. The mere sight of the foraged fungi made her stomach churn. Something about the mushroom made her nauseous at that moment. Feeling her saliva begin to coat inside her jaws, Zsuzsa swallowed hard to have her saliva quell an increasingly upset stomach. An emotion akin to slight fear passed over her dark facade. Hemlocke's assurance was alleviating although she became acutely fixated on the fungi he possessed. 

There were a couple of deliberating moments she took in silence, mulling his promise through. Her steel gaze, wide-eyed, searched his deep sanguine eyes. Zsuzsa was attempting to look for a flaw in his truth, but as devilish as his appearance may have been, there was nothing but sincerity in both his tone and reflection. It was genuine concern she had not felt in ages from another. It was a warm quality she picked up from him, even though he appeared like something from nightmares. "No coyote. Got it." The Mackenzie heaved a sigh of relief. Her silver eyes glanced with worry at the mushroom resting before his paws and then back up to him. "...Yes, I trust you." Zsuzsa muttered, although it was said in small and defeated tone, almost as if she was but a little pup again. 

Unexpectantly, in one quick heave whatever remnants were left digesting in her stomach, were now splattered on the snow. All she could picture, smell, taste was the damned mushroom fixated upon and perhaps it was a trigger to this symptom. Her neck slumped as she kept her head down, coughing and licking away the remnants of what was regurgitated. "God... I..." This was truly embarrassing and couldn't even bring herself to apologize for how embarrassing it was. This wasn't the second impression she wanted to make at all with Hemlocke.