Katharine also wore her gloves, but hers had less to do with avoiding touch from others and more to do with hiding how her hands looked after applying poisons to her skin. While she hadn't for a couple days, her hands did not yet have a chance to completely heal. People voicing questions or concerns annoyed her.
"Back home," Katharine stopped as she examined the berries on one plant. Sadly, they'd need another day or two before they reached the perfect ripeness, but no matter. She popped one into her mouth, and sighed. "Not as delicious as when they're served with spun sugar, but one must not be picky in this world."
"I come from the Poisoner Court. While we do serve those from the outside untainted food, we eat it on a regular basis. For a Poisoner Queen, she must be able to ingest more than anyone for her gift to be considered strong." She recalled her showing at the Gave Noir and how young and powerless her former self had been. Of course, now, Katharine ingested more and more to become stronger and win the crown.
"So, they aren't affected by it, but they also don't eat and apply it to their bodies?"