Harmanaija took one look at the vomiting gryphon and reared back, a hand to her chest as she grit her teeth after gasping. She had to turn away, lest she retch herself. And as she did, her eyes caught sight of the battle in the arena.
Battles she always tried to ignore, and this was precisely why she did. She felt a bit nauseous from the feat, but instead of vomiting, she became a bit light headed and swooned, dropping against the food cart, and barely managing to catch herself as she made an awkward landing on the floor-
but unfortunately for her, it was enough of an action to knock the bowl of sludge over, and it went all over the floor.
With an exhausted sigh, she peered over at the mess, then back at the gryphon, before rising to her feet.
"I'm.. I'm sorry for the mess. Please excuse me while I clean it up," and onto her knees she went, using what limited resources she had on hand to scoop up her mess, and that of the mess the gryphon had spewed onto the floor. It smelled rancid, but barely better than the sludge she was serving to these poor warriors. And with another sigh, she disposed of what she could and moved back to her cart.
"So I take it you won't be having supper?"