Penelope ducked as one came flying in her direction.
"That's why you all are weak!" Neera stomped off to her vanity table, and she began to throw every glass vial on the floor, and it all exploded in a mess of perfumes and powders. "Love heals, love is patient. I would do anything for you because of love, I will be foolish for you, mad for you, kill for you. And love is the only fickle explanation!"
When Neera threw the last of the perfume on the ground, she raised her head to the mirror and began to scream at it.
"Is it that potion you gave me!? Is that why I feel this way? I passed out when I took it, and now I don't belong to myself anymore. Did you cure me physically only to make me ill mentally? Did you?! Answer me, you old hag!"
