Atlas nodded as she spoke and went to the table as well, sitting down in the chair across from her. The table was very tiny, so he wasn't far away from her at all. "Wolfsbane," he muttered, picking up the phial and inspecting the potion inside.
He'd recognized it immediately, and his tongue tingled with remembrance of the disgusting taste. He made a face at the memories and setthe phial back down, staring at her, meeting her eyes with his own. "And conditions? What sorts of conditions?"