After a few minutes of crushing amrans leaves with her mortar and pestle and working them into a vial of water boiling above a small burner, Cefrey hears the rhythmic sound Ariadne's breathing as she falls asleep and then lets out a huge sigh of relief.<br/><br/><em>Damn, talk about coming on strong. Well, she's not bad looking, but there's no way all the nine hells that I'm jumping into that fiery mess, especially knowing she's still not over her last lover. Guess I'll just have to figure out how to deal with her in the morning after she wakes up....</em><br/><br/>Working into the night, she brews a number of potions, creates another extradimensional space to hold the Dawnhammer Blade, hoping to stay a bit more inconspicuous, and expends the last of her psionic energy on the Healing Elixir spell, conjuring two additional potions for the next day, before replenishing her psionic energy for the day. Upon sunrise, as difficult as it is to tell beneath the impenetrable canopy of the forest, Cefrey gently wakes Ariadne up.