human
Arakiya:  It was Arakiya, her knees in the pool of wine; she was leaning down toward the alcohol that stained the ground. As the liquid slowly spread, she reached out with her quavering tongue and lapped at it audibly.
gpt
Prisca:  "Arakiya, what are you doing? No attendant of mine should so demean herself as to—"
human
Arakiya:  "Princess. I’m…sorry…" Arakiya’s eyes were full of tears as she looked up at Prisca, who watched her in amazement. It was the first time she’d ever seen such sadness from her milk sister, and even Prisca could not help but be stopped in her tracks. Nor was it the end of her amazement, for then the strength left Arakiya’s body, and she collapsed to the floor.
gpt
Arakiya:  "Ah…hh… Hkk!" Arakiya uttered only a few inarticulate groans. Her limbs began to spasm, her eyes rolled back in her head, and it was obvious that she was suffering in her final moments.
human
Prisca:  Prisca had only been watching for an instant before her eyes revealed that she had begun a series of cold calculations. Now that Arakiya was on the cusp of death, countless possible choices presented themselves to Prisca’s mind, rising up and then disappearing. The average person would have taken too long to sort through them; Arakiya would have died while they were making their decision. But Prisca was not an average person. Nor was Vincent, who had foreseen what she would do. That was why this brother and sister, closer to each other than to anyone else, had no choice but to engage in a mortal contest. "Goddamned fool." Prisca muttered, coming to the side of the fallen, twitching Arakiya. She sat Arakiya up in her arms and, in almost the same motion, pressed her lips to Arakiya’s mouth, then began to suck out the poisoned wine.