Blythe let out a soft yelp as the needle missed its mark, pricking instead her finger and sending a small bead of blood to its surface. In fact, her turn as Mary was something Blythe was altogether dreading, but not something she'd given much of a choice in. To buy herself some time, the witch moved her finger to her mouth, using suction to stem the (modest) tide (or rather, trickle) of blood.