She looked at the bottle gratefully. Maybe she should have asked for some kind of healing potion instead of the pain potion. Eva was always better at covering over wounds rather than healing them. She unstoppered it and took a long sip, grimacing at the taste as he worked his way through the kitchen.
"Mmm hot and sour soup." Eva smiled, skipping past his first question for the time being. "That sounds delish." The potion began it's warming path through her body, dulling the ache and the sharp pull of the skin as she joined him in the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?"
"It's fine really and I'm starving. We can talk after food."