Siana glanced back up in time from flipping through the sketches, notes, and reports to see him take the second potion and frowned.
"Are you not feeling well, Monaco?" she asked, her brows knitting together. He had seemed well enough the day before -- tired, certainly, but not sick -- but with the changing of the seasons, illnesses were not going to be uncommon soon. If he was contagious, she would send him home; if not, she would trust his judgment.