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"The man needs more water, and food, not spirits," Tabrett said with a shake of her head. The tilt of her full mouth spoke of her amusement. With the hand that wasn't still holding the mug of her own ale, she fished with slender fingers in one of the pouches at her waist. From it, she withdrew a small potion vial, breaking the wax seal with the nail of her thumb and upending its tasteless contents into her mug. "Give him this, for the bleeding. I'll see about that rum and something to fill his stomach. You'll be right as rain in no time, stranger."
Bending at waist, she passed the pint along to Gavriel and straightened to glance at Tadir. Turning, she thumped the back of her hand lightly against the journalist's stomach as she passed him on her way back to the tavern. "You're buying," the Miqo'te informed him with a charming smile and twitch of her tail.
Bending at waist, she passed the pint along to Gavriel and straightened to glance at Tadir. Turning, she thumped the back of her hand lightly against the journalist's stomach as she passed him on her way back to the tavern. "You're buying," the Miqo'te informed him with a charming smile and twitch of her tail.