The Hugeman deftly caught the potion and leaned over Mary and the other monks present.  "Here, little one," he says soothingly, "The good apothecary says this will help the pain.  Drink it slow, young lass, or you'll get sick again."  Arngeirr holds the potion down to her lips for her to drink with one hand, holding her head with the other to help herself up.