[She gives him a modicum of privacy, turning in her chair to cast about for gloves on her desk. The sound of retching wasn't pleasant- but she was not so disgusted by it. She had been quite the healthy child herself, but she had treated her villagers for food poisoning, stomach bugs, and other ailments for years. In fact, when she'd vomited in Nalawi after being poisoned by her own squidge had been the first time she'd done so in... since she'd had her feet bound?
She imagines nausea and pain vomiting have a different feeling to them, though.
Sieglinde doesn't bat an eye, taking the basket from him once she has her gloves on to set it on her desk and readjust a light to shine into it, moving to place a mask stuffed with sweet smelling herbs over her face while offering him a handkerchief with her other hand.]
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She imagines nausea and pain vomiting have a different feeling to them, though.
Sieglinde doesn't bat an eye, taking the basket from him once she has her gloves on to set it on her desk and readjust a light to shine into it, moving to place a mask stuffed with sweet smelling herbs over her face while offering him a handkerchief with her other hand.]
I will try a different formula next time.
[Giving up wasn't something she did well.]