Shifting to perch on the side of the bed, Audrey took both of Tracey's hands in hers and searched her face for whatever was wrong. Goddamn the Healers and their refusal to give her any real answers about what that potion had done to her cousin besides interfering with her Wardsmith geas.
"Shh, babe," she whispered. "Do you want some water or something?"
Firewhiskey? That was what Audrey wanted. She couldn't stand to see Tracey like this.