[ Lost, a little, when she coughs a bit more, but finally, enough gone that she cups her hand to the tap, rinsing her mouth out. Not so much to help, but rid of that disgusting on her tongue. ]

It is not your fault. Besides, it was just a drink. No different to the others you... gave me. [ Wipes at her mouth, quick sharp movement. ] Besides, it is his fault for sending it to me.

[ As if - the world ever worked that way. To her mind, it should, as firmly as it didn't ever. ]