|Upon first speaking with her
|| Oh, good. Feeling better, are you? But you mustn't exert yourself. After your ministration, you slept for a whole month. Do you have your wits about you? Tonight is another beast hunt. Nothing for you visitors to worry about, only you mustn't go out. Keep your ears covered, it'll be over soon enough, don't you worry
|Speaking to her again
|| Oh, my. What is it, dear. Are you hungry?.
|Answering with "I am hungry"
|| Poor thing. Oh, what to do? With all these hunts, we’ve run out of food. Oh, I know. Here, try this. It’s full of nutrition and should fill you up. You might not fancy it, but it’s all I’ve got.
|Answering with "I am hungry" again
|| Really? Well, this is all I’ve got. Hope you don’t mind.
|Asking about the troubles in town
|| Every so often, we’re struck by a malady. The scourge of lycanthropy. When it spreads, they signal the Hunt. But don’t worry, they know exactly what they’re doing. You let the Hunters handle it, like always. This time, it’s just a bit worse than usual, that’s all. It’ll all be over soon enough, dear.
|Asking about the troubles in town again
|| You needn’t concern yourself with that. The Hunters will take care of it. Tonight’s Hunt will be the last, I’m sure of it.
|Asking about the Blood of a Sage
|| What on Earth is that? I really don’t know. Perhaps you should ask someone else. I’m sorry to be of so little help.
|Asking about Laurence
|| Oh, Laurence. Friend of yours, is he? Dear me, I should have known. He left to find a doctor to treat you, but the Hunt started soon after, and that was a full two weeks ago. Wonder where he’s taken cover? He’ll be back once the Hunts are over. He’ll be wonderfully pleased to find you awake. He was very, very concerned about you.
|| Now, you be very, very careful, you hear? You’ve been given a second chance. Don’t waste it.
|Upon killing her
||Aah… you’ve been infected.