“Don’t you ever think about putting us ahead of your wellbeing. You think you would have gotten that with the potions.” She sighed and arched her neck over to nuzzle you, practically rubbing her mane all over your head. “You’re such a dear to do this for us, and I don’t want you to get hurt… we can always reschedule, chief. It’s not a problem for us. We’ve been without effective relief for a while, so we can wait a few more days, or weeks, or what have you.”