She nodded, already digging around in the crates loaded on the cart. Her expression was serious, worried. She gave no further acknowledgement of his suggestion as she continued digging. Finally, she located what she'd been searching for, and pulled out a small box hidden deep inside the trunk of her personal belongings. With shaking fingers, she pulled an herb from the box and sniffed it.<br/><br/>Her expression clouded with a mixture of fear, grief, and pain as she recognized the scent. She would know this scent anywhere, even when mixed into a poison. This seemed to confirm something to her and she returned the leaf to a pouch, then tied it tight and placed it back in the box. Leaping into action, she began retrieving ingredients from various boxes, hoping that she would be able to find all she needed here in the cart.<br/><br/>Her face began to appear increasingly more pale as she moved around, still on the brink of collapse. Her skin was clammy and she breathed heavily. Still, she managed to keep going, collecting a small pile of items and ingredients on top of the box beside the sleeping thief.<br/><br/>There was still more she needed, but she didn't know if she would be steady on her feet enough to go trudging through the woods to find it. Deciding to rest for a while, she sat comfortably to catch her breath, and began preparing the ingredients she'd been able to find.