She still wasn't feeling good after drinking the water, but her symptoms had died down enough to allow her to get around some, though she did have to throw up every once and a while. The shakes were awful, but they were happening less and less. Considering everything, she considered herself right as rain. So, being the victim of it herself, she highly doubted the guy had died just by being pushed in. But if he swallowed any, it would be a different story. All any of them could do was hope that it wasn't the case, or that he would pull through as she did.

Surprisingly, it wasn't too common for their slaves to try to escape, as badly as they were treated. She was glad, considering that meant they knew what their place was in the grand scheme of things. In her mind, all of this was just how it worked, being a former slave herself, though it had been in another place and another time. Some people had to serve, whether it be for a period of time or for the rest of their lives. However, there were the few that were like Butch here. They were too prideful or headstrong to accept their circumstances.

She pads up next, a blank, almost unimpressed look on her face. She agrees that a punishment is due, though apparently his master isn't around to supply one themselves. She's somewhat glad for that, though. "The pit would probably work." she says quietly with a bob of her head. Making him drink the water himself was another, though that would probably be more difficult, since there was forcing him to do it and then the consequences of his sickness. Natural selection at it's finest. Maybe it would prove if he was strong enough or not