He looked a bit better almost immediately, his color returning to a more normal shade, and she smiled in relief that it had been the right potion and still good. "You're welcome," she replied.
Hannah's eyebrows shot up at the amount of money he set next to the vial. Unless she was mistaken, that would more than cover it, and she thought she should probably tell him that it was too much, but something had her holding back. Would he think her foolish if she said as much? Probably.
She was surprised when he didn't immediately leave, having gotten the impression that she wasn't exactly his favorite sort of company. And the question was surprising, as she'd already told him why she'd been out. But perhaps the strength of his hangover had clouded his memory of their conversation out on the street? "I just couldn't sleep and, well, it's my first night here. I suppose I was just savoring the fact that I could go outside." Of her own volition. Of course, she realized now how foolish she'd been, his earlier reminders of the dangers still present in her mind.