"My, I do do a good job, don't I?" Orla mused happily to herself. She gave a pleased clap of her hands and bounced up from her chair, walking over to stand next to Millicent. She watched as the woman went through the familiar motions of uncapping then recapping the vial, putting it carefully back in the box.
Orla smiled, brushing a piece of damp hair behind her ear. "How does it feel?" she asked Millicent. "I've other things, if you'd like. Herbs of my own, things I'm rather sure you don't grow. If you like pain potions, well..." She trailed off, biting her lip and hiding a growing pleased grin.
"Leave the box here, you can take it when you leave. Follow me," Orla instructed.