"Thank you," she told Charlie with full appreciation clear in her voice. Dorcas was... weak. She would admit that easily. And she was indeed truly thankful that there was someone stronger than her readily available. And then the jar was opened between them... The smell was an atrocious clash of things. Herbs and balms and something that might have been flesh if she knew what entrails smelled like. "Oh god," she muttered and handed the camera, ready for a picture, to Charlie. She didn't say which button to press since it was kind of damn obvious.
Once the camera was out of her hands, she covered her nose and her mouth but it was far too late for that. She wanted to vomit, wanted to faint but held on as best she could. It would just be so damaging and embarrassing to pass out in front of two strangers. "So foul..."