Dang it, woman

Gwynevere rested the bowl on the cot under Aranea's head as she started vomiting, one paw coming up to gently hold the side of her head to make sure she was aiming for the bowl properly. Her ears flicked back, but she didn't flinch away, too far into the zone of being a medic to let herself do that. Her worries and fears tended to get put firmly to the back of her mind while she was "working" and this was no exception. She waited patiently till she was sure Aranea was done, all of the signs of her urges to throw up gone and leaving just the shivering and trembling behind. It wouldn't help the effects the drugs had taken on her body already, but it would at least keep them from continuing for quite as long and make way for other herbs and treatments.

She carried the bowl away and set it far enough off to the side that they wouldn't need to look at it again before coming back with a fresh bowl and a full water skin. She filled the bowl and placed it within Aranea's reach. "Here... Have a bit of water and make sure you can keep that down while I go get the motherwort." Aranea was a healer, she probably didn't have to explain herself, but it still felt better to talk though things. Even though she seemed a bit more alert now she wasn't sure how much Aranea was actually comprehending yet. She walked over to the shelves again, collecting the pile of motherwort leaves and bringing them over to the cot, placing them off to the side on a table - out of Aranea's reach. If this had all been a suicide attempt then Gwynevere wasn't going to risk putting anything potentially dangerous to her within her reach.

Gwynevere | Eilwen