Roger watched her slow progress upright, taking in the slight slur her words were taking on. He would have to pick his answers carefully if he didn't want half the words getting lost on the way. The potion could do that to people.
He leaned back against the side of the bed next to her and presented his hand, palm up, between their legs. Mandy could take it if she needed. She could take whatever she needed; she was Mandy.
"It's not good," he agreed calmly, looking into the side of her face. "But then, the Ministry's been watching you all this time, haven't they? They know everything you've done. Everything you haven't done. They'll find out soon enough that you haven't done this, and then it'll all return to normal."