(Active Digest: 1d20(15)+10=25; Hit)<br/>(Damage: 1d6(3)+6=9)<br/><br/>As the elf's struggles lessen, or at the very least not culminate in a sharp pain in her stomach, Calia relaxes a little, feeling that the girl's end is near. Feeling that she can now divert her attention to what else is going on in the tavern, Calia looks up, noticing Mirana approaching with the potions and the others gathered around Vincent at the bar. She graciously takes the potions when they're offered, then replies to Mirana's questions. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It's not like she'll be shooting me full of any more arrows. You gonna be alright yourself?"<br/><br/>As she speaks she keeps an ear listening to the talk at the table, trying to figure out exactly what the others seem to be plotting. Figuring she can get up without seeming too rude like she's trying to rush away from Mirana, Calia slowly gets to her feet, making sure she's got her balanced fully centered with her meal. After that entire fight, it'd be pretty embarrassing if she ended up knocking herself out by falling over.