[She feels the faintest twinge of guilt for the expression that crosses his face, and that's new for her, as well. She's not used to getting sentimental over men she's known for ages, let alone ones she just met, but she focuses on the vial instead rather than letting herself dwell. Her brow furrows slightly, disbelieving, but the look she shoots him afterwards is questioning.]
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A memory potion. Just like that?
[She grimaces, just slightly.]
How do I know it's not poison?