I think taste ought to be the least of anyone's problems right now.
[For once she's the one keeping deadly serious, all lightheartedness gone from her expression and posture. She's all tension, wound up tight as a bowstring, ready to go off. Lup keeps her gaze fixed on Honerva, searching for any sign that it might be helping as she drinks. She can't see any change, but... there could be a delay. She has no idea.
When Honerva finishes the antidote, she'll jump straight into the second potion without pause. There's no time, there's no time...]
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[For once she's the one keeping deadly serious, all lightheartedness gone from her expression and posture. She's all tension, wound up tight as a bowstring, ready to go off. Lup keeps her gaze fixed on Honerva, searching for any sign that it might be helping as she drinks. She can't see any change, but... there could be a delay. She has no idea.
When Honerva finishes the antidote, she'll jump straight into the second potion without pause. There's no time, there's no time...]