Arden choked a little at first, and dribbles of the tea escape from the corners of his mouth as he convulses. After a bit, as Eris gets the hang of tipping the cup just the right amount, he settles down. The injury on his upper arm - the least of his wounds - finishes closing almost instantly, and the rest show almost immediate signs of improvement as Arden drains the last dregs of the cup. He falls back, and some of the colour returns to his face.<br/>For a time, he remains still, allowing the potion to do it's work, before his eyes again flutter open. He must still be woozy from bloodloss, as he does not immediately lunge for his sword. "What ...?" Then what he's looking at really seems to sink in.<br/>Arden's expression when his hand slaps the empty sheath and slides over the bed looking for the missing weapon, is a picture of shock and dismay - but his features harden and he lifts his chin, stubborn pride now keeping him silent. Defiance looks good on him....