[ witch doctor shit, huh? she almost rolls her eyes but. well, was it wrong? her smile doesn't reach the violet eyes. ] I'll leave that to your imaginations.

[ he seems intent on hovering, and one of the details that strikes her surprising is that he wasn't the first to offer to help. Funny, where she's from, nobody would bat an eye.

but! she's not hurt! she can do this herself! god, negan!

and yet... ] Rhwydwaith carthion. Calendine. Marigold. [ is rattled off with a sigh, already prepared to find nothing instead. ] Allspice if there's nothing else. Oil, too —

[ off in the distance, she thinks she hears the beginnings of a scrape. something along the floorboards. perhaps another of their fellow prisoners? ]