"That is well and well done Nathaniel," she smiled when she glanced back at the door frame. As proof an amber light glowed softly, reassuring against a dark night of the mind or soul, when he completed the last stroke. When it went live though there was an annoyed sounded chirrup from the kitchen counter and then a spate of rapid fire sneezing over STRANGE NEW SMELLS.

That was not her concern though, she turned back to Beryl, tracing fingers over skin to find the injection point. Easiest to draw the poison back out from there.