She didn't look at Orla as she sat down, didn't notice the moving robe or the glimpse of skin. Instead her eyes were on the potions, her fingers tracing the vials.
'Half a vial of red, a third of yellow and green, no more than four times a day,' she repeated, like a mantra she needed to learn. 'I'll remember,' she said, clenching her fist as her hand shook enough to make the vials clink as they bounced together.
'Are you sure you don't want any herbs?' she then asked, though she didn't pay attention, her mind to pre occupied with the thought of the liquid in the green vials. Just a third of a vial, and her problems would drift away once more.