Arete took a breath, beyond exhausted. Her wings were sagging. She silently frowned, then pulled a tiny pearl from her pocket and held it out. It was untarnished, perfect, and an unusually soft peach and pink. "I'll put this in two. That makes this enough for two bottles," she replied tacitly, her head pounding. "Just, if you don't mind, be quick. I've already got what you need and a bit more. SO relax, get the bottles, and I'll be out of your hair," she offered.