[u][b]Nettle[/b][/u]

"Hhh... From the graveyard h-of course." She answered back plainly, her distant analytical gaze unfazed by the woman's disdain.

"Hthough the rate of hh... Hattrition for this hschool is quite low... Thus the hbodies are far hfrom fresh." Looking down at the flower her eyes peered not to the petals but the flesh directly beneath it. For a moment reality around the flower seemed to stretch, warping as though the onlookers were looking at it's reflection in a doorknob. Like rubber reality snapped back into place faster than the eye could perceive and in that instant the flower vanished. All that remained was the tiny hole left by it's roots. The puncture looked no larger than the wound left by a needle. A somewhat large needle mind you but still small given that a flower was growing from it just a moment ago.

From her pack Nettle produced a long sharp dagger. It looked fairly sturdy yet keenly sharp, clearly selected for it's function over it's form as it was quite plain with little more than a leather wrap fastened to it's handle for ease of grip. With measured and steady form she pierced the flesh of the back, cutting down along the spine. It was a shallow cut, just deep enough to open the flesh. She did not want to damage the results more than decomposition already had after all.

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Not at all phased by the grizzly nature of the work she had brought with her to the herbology club she peeled open the wound with her bare hands, looking intently inside with her head slightly askew so the light could illuminate what laid within. All the while the knight had procured a bowl from her pack and set it by the body before filling it with water from a flask.

The disturbances of the flesh were minimal. This was good but it also meant very little since what symptoms could of arisen from such an intrusion were hidden by the natural decay of the body. The real results were shown in the state of the spinal column. It was barely disturbed at all, no broken discs or snapped spinal cords. The only thing that could be noted as different was that there were very subtle grooves along the bone where the finer roots wormed their way in. So far the most prominent symptom she could deduce was that one might find some slight stiffness in bending their back due to the plant's roots holding onto them. The whole time she paid little mind to those around her, her focus largely set on her calculations.

Taking in the results of her work she leaned back from the body, leaving it as it was. She pulled the cover back over the corpse and rinsed her hands in the bowl the knight had set for her. She cleaned off the blade of her dagger as well and dried both it and her hands with a bundle of a dry grass from her pack. She preferred this type of grass over a conventional cloth like most would use since on top of performed just as well for this purpose they could be easily disposed of. All she'd need to do is let them decompose into compost and grow some more. Far more sanitary than those things they called handkerchiefs.