"Just don't. Use this alternative instead." She held up a different herb with milder, less pungent leaves.
They noticed she kept her distance from the tenderizing herb like it might bite her if she got too close. But no one commented directly, just followed her instructions with careful attention.
The session went well for the most part. People asked questions and she answered them, showing proper technique for applying the spices without overwhelming the meat's natural flavor.
Until someone accidentally grabbed the wrong herb anyway.
The smell hit Faelyn and her face drained of color. Her hand flew to her mouth.
She had to step away quickly, turning her back to the group while she focused on breathing through the wave of nausea that rolled through her stomach.
When she returned a minute later, everyone was watching her with concern written across their faces.
"I'm fine. Continue."
They did, but hesitantly now, exchanging worried looks when they thought she wasn't watching.
