"Likely you're right," she says to Aethon. "That was a very... potent... potion. By comparison,  this was just eating, nothing- sensual about it." She shrugs. "Better than nothing, I suppose." As they head in, she sneaks a quick look at her dragonmark, scowling in irritation; that potion had messed her up somehow. Wasn't a death sentence yet, but she made a note to find someone who could fix her before she went back home. "Well, we do have an appointment. Best not tarry."