Feeling the cool cloth on her head, Sara moaned at the coolness. It didn't relieve hardly a fraction of her ailment, but the it comforted her just the same and did give her a small amount of relief.
Cringing at the look of the potion, she looked to Clara with what must have looked like a child's pathetic pout. "It looks disgusting." She mumbled, but took it and downed the potion, surprised that the look didn't correlate with the taste.
Laying her head back down, Sara was content with watching Clara as she worked, her breathing starting to stabilize and feel herself becoming a little cooler. She smiled softly as she watched the girl, thinking back to the first time she really noticed Clara and she had the same pretty look of concentration on her face then as she did now.