"Only the dead ones," she admitted carefully, not quite sure that she wanted to get into her involvement with dissections conducted in secret by a circle of artists as anatomy lessons. While there were plenty of dead bodies to go around Paris, and the executions had become a public sport, the actual educational use of corpses still wasn't quite acceptable. It was a strange irony. "You're lucky I've had a lot of practice, the first few times were messy."
Standing again and approaching, though still maintaining a respectful distance, Mabelle began emptying her pockets on the other side of his bed. She wasn't going to mention that she actually owed money now to cover the cost of the medical supplies, but it was obvious what she had purchased was new and of good quality. She figured if he died from this, she wouldn't feel like eating for the three weeks it'd take for her to earn the money back anyway.