The drow's voice softens a bit, as she continues. "Sounds as if you've had a rough time. I remember the first time the demons caught me," she says, rolling up her left sleeve, revealing a long, wicked set of scars, crossing her arm, all the way up to her shoulder. She rolls her sleeve back down, then falls quiet, though she does fish a small vial out of her bag, uncorking it, and moving over to Diadra. "Here, you can drink this, if you want. It  should reduce them; not all the way, because I don't know exactly what poisons they used, but ought to help some."