"Mean Healers. Firewhiskey goes well with anything." If nothing else, it would knock her out and that would be a blessing.
Tracey's eyes flew open in utter panic. "You can't! Don't! Just!" She fought to get the words she needed past the geas but even her normal ability to talk around things failed her. "Don't interfere," she choked out finally. "Please. Just don't." She'd worked too hard, allowed herself to be used in the name of the Ministry too much, to let it all fall through now.