"Fuckin' goddammit why in the Gods names would you two fuckin touch a witch's cauldron like that!" I cursed my head off at the two girls who were, despite what just happened, still focused on their dead friend. Didn't they know that hugging her dead body was more likely to get them a disease than bring the girl back to life? That shithead was supposed to be a noble, too. Why didn't she know something so goddamn basic?