Krishna & Viola | Mid-Afternoon | Town Circle
If Viola registered the rare surprise on the pharmacist's face, she didn't show it. It had never occurred to her that revealing her knowledge of Aurellian medication -- scant as it was, by comparison -- might be useful in getting others to trust or open up to her. She'd been used to seeing it as a vaguely shameful interest, given the low regard accompanying such a "specialty" (not that it could even be called that) in Clovenne. Most people, whether they were medical professionals or not, would look at her credential as suspect, if they learned that she'd bothered to treat such medications as an area of serious study.
But at the very least it seemed to make the pharmacist a little less suspicious (though it was difficult to tell, since he always appeared vaguely cold and suspicious toward her). At least, in this moment. It was enough, apparently, to get him to open his medical bag and show her the rubbing alcohol, which made Viola smile, if only thinly. "That doesn't necessarily mean you're legally obligated to carry it around at a public festival," she said, peering curiously into the bag for a moment and then looking back up at him.
"But I think we can both agree that this was hardly serious. The honey will serve him better." So long as he isn't tempted to taste it, Viola added privately, though she didn't say this part aloud, for fear Krishna would take offense. It wasn't that she thought Aurellians in general would be silly enough to try that. Just... that this particular one seemed... overly curious.