She makes a face, clearly not favoring this part of the process.

"You must... run it through, with the pointy end." Yehudit gesticulates at the sharpened tip of the stick. "Starting from the mouth, then out from the... tail end."

At this point she almost wishes they had set the fish free before leaving it to suffocate on land. She can't help but feel guilty for its suffering, but the only thing worse they can do now is to waste what precious life it gave them.