"I'm sick of watching people die." Saying that, somehow, helps a little. Maybe it's just that it's true--or that actually saying it, instead of pretending it's nothing, makes a difference. She shrugs, then gets up from where she's been crouched on the ground. "I'm gonna get lunch for everyone who's awake. You mind helping?"

Yet more little bowls of groats that their patients can throw back up in ten minutes. It's better than them going without, though.