[The potion bottle is empty, now, but Sieglinde momentarily forgot to put it down, just holding it for a moment too long over Badou's skin, the blood from his injuries diluting, chased out by the contents of the vial.
That description sounded an awful lot like someone she'd met just recently.
But her wits return soon enough, and she pulls back the bottle, putting it back in her bag.]
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That description sounded an awful lot like someone she'd met just recently.
But her wits return soon enough, and she pulls back the bottle, putting it back in her bag.]
... I see.
[A matter for another time.]
Before I continue, are you averse to magic?