"Sweetling, you look well this evening." Tyrith smiled as he rose to his feet. He crossed the rooom and gave his daughter a proud embrace. Toria's thoughtful look only made his smile wider. He set a hand on her elbow and gestured toward a chair. "Come, we have quite a bit to discuss. I had a vastly interesting meeting this evening- I believe I've found a captain for your ship and preparations are well under way. It only remains for young Gwyn to awaken, of course."
He slipped the vial out of his sleeve and offered it to Toria. "That should help. Mixed with honey and with milk on hand. something to banish what I imagine will be a taste from the deepest pit of hell."