Night was approaching. You could never be sure when such things would happen. Time was strange here, hastened or slowed, frozen or dissolved according to its own wyrd agreements. The Hag would sometimes use it, distill it for a cure but even she didn't seem to have full control over it coming and goings. Betony Rue could always sense the shadows approach, though.
She stirred the vile stew she and the Hag ate. Her face remained stoney and expressionless. To show hesitation, fearing, love, caring; it was all subject to punishment. Now though she hid another as well. Treachery.
On the mantle above, from the selection of spices and herbs Betony Rue took what she needed. The apprentice added them to the smoking cauldron causing vapors to spew for as the mixture frothed and boiled. It spread through the air of the dank cave cave. The Hag sniffed the air once then fell over.
Betony Rue held her breath, working her way hand over hand along the wall towards the entrance. She couldn't see through the smoke, and couldn't breath if she wanted to escape. She heard the Hag struggling, nashing and screaming as the vaporous poison filled its lungs.
The Hag coughed and Betony rue could see a dark form in the mist. Betony Rue tried to make her way faster but even if she had ran she couldn't have escaped the barbed hand as it clutched her skirt.
"Wretched child," she coughed. Betony Rue could see the Hags face. It was smiling. The Hag never smiled and to see it.... it was horrible. "I truely have taught you more well than I thought." The grip seemed to be loosening, the Hag herself seemed to be fading. Breaking apart into the fog of potion. "When you have completed your lesson..." she wretched and let go of Betony Rue's dress. The apprentice ran not caring to stay against the wall for guidance.
Not fast enough to escape her Keeper's last words though "You shall be Hag."