Arwen noted Alex's expression as she chuckled softly. "It's a Concoction. It will help you sleep and allow me to guide you properly as we delve into your memories."
"... I see." Alex pursed his lips as he stared at the bottle in his hand.
He opened the cap and taking a whiff of the smell, glanced at Arwen.
"And you just so happened to have this in storage?"
Arwen could barely hold back the giggle escaping her lips as she shook her head. "It's nothing like that. I always carry such concoctions for situations where I'm unable to use my Abilities or when my pneuma is in danger of being assimilated."
Then taking a moment to breathe, she added in a slightly melancholic tone. "Constantly courting death carries its pecks."
Alex let out a sigh as he replied. "Alright then, I'll take it."
"Mn."
"Do you need any help?" Nadia asked so as not to be left out.
