Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Rubbing at her eyes and wishing she could get back up to speed a little more efficiently, Maeve shook her head. "I wasn't expecting to fall asleep at this hour," she muttered, turning toward a wide, sparsely stocked shelf behind the desk. She pulled down a small bottle filled with a red liquid. "Three drops, twice a day should suffice," she instructed, passing it over.