Ivan
"I want you to know I am literally winging this," Nefra warned, staring at the pot on the stove. "I don't like this."
"I trust you," I smiled, wishing I could reach over and comfort her, but she was in her concentrated mode, so I didn't want to risk it. "You know what you're doing."
"If you believe that, then you're insane," She muttered, throwing in another of the ingredients. "I don't know if I've ever made a detox potion before."
"Is any of what you're using toxic?" I motioned to everything still on the counter. We were upstairs in the fourth-floor kitchen, and Nefra had been working for the past hour.
"No, but you're banking on this working like we want. I… I'm not sure I trust my skills that well. August literally blew himself up during experiments. I don't think any of us are willing to risk that." Even with her concern, I knew she wouldn't mess this up. "You're asking me to risk your safety on something untried."
