Chas' eyes narrowed and her voice grew sharp. "Stop looking at me like that! This is ridiculous." She glanced from her twin to the healer, and then back to Patience again. "Seriously. Stop! It's not even possible, okay? I use potions, okay? I always do."
(Had she, though, in Australia? In a foreign country, in the heat of the moment and the rush that came during the hunt, had she remembered to take her potions those days? The instant the thought occurred to her, Chas shoved it away hard. Impossible.)