Aeotha looked at the clove, and took it between her fingers. She didn't smoke, she'd tried of course long ago, and recalled having him press the clove into her fingers before. But that was only to hold it, this time she put it between her lips and squinted at the thing before inhaling one long breath, she held it back out to hm as she held the smoke in. Suddenly her mind reeled and her throat closed and she coughed. She covered her mouth with a hand. He was talking she cleared her throat. Now her body ached from coughing, she almost glared at him but after expelling the smoke she did feel somewhat better.
Another day he would have been laughing at the fact that she couldn't even smoke a clove.
Aeotha pulled her pack off one of her shoulders and turned it around until she could get inside of it. From inside of her pack Aeotha produced a wineskin, it was filled with wine, but she held it out for him to take first. He'd carried her for a time and he probably needed it just a little more than she did.
"That sounds impossible. How is such a thing even.."
She looked around again, eyes taking everything in again.
"It could just be a trick, couldn't it? Those mind flayers could put thoughts, memories into us. If we were asleep maybe..? Are you sure this is even real?"