MORGAYNE & CY.
"Here. C'mon. Have some of this." Leaning over with a pained exhale, Cy snapped open the satchel and withdrew three gleaming bottles of Potion: one for herself, two for the girl. The ground still trembled beneath their feet, but they would simply have to hurry and quaff some of this before they'd be able to leave. Morgayne could barely move, and there was no way Cy would be able to carry her herself.
Oh, what she wouldn't give for a big, buff, handsome fighter right around now. Maybe a monk.
She almost heaved the Potion at Morgayne in a light underarm throw -- she was accustomed to tossing things around the lab with Cormac this way, the grumpy mage easily snatching things out of the air, their movements a rehearsed routine -- but stopped herself just in time. Instead, Cy scrambled back up the heap and handed both bottles to Morgayne personally.