doctor, doctor, will I die?

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire “Are you sure?” she asks, though the question isn’t in reference to whether or not she has it, it’s to how the Blight is spread. “I don’t think I’ve eaten it… or had any open wounds lately.” She swallows heavily and tries to think back - did she ever cut herself or eat something from the Greatwood? It’s certainly possible - that rabbit and venison must have come from outside the Hallowed Grounds - it’s where all the hunters were going. “What about sex?” she says suddenly, looking at Phoebe with a sudden boldness that came from an attempt to gather her strength the whole damn time she’s been there. There’s boldness, yes, but also fear and despair in her gaze. She’s prepared for the worst. Hoping for the best. But when does the best ever happen to women like her? At least the black streaks in the vial don’t seem to phase her. And if they do, she’s determined not to show it.