Just... Make sure this doesn't happen again. That's all I absolutely need right now.

I'm not going to stop you from having a relationship with her, but I won't be happy if she falls ill once more, especially since no one else figured out any way to help her.

I'm not going to make a second trek.

*his uncovered mouth is making a grimace, as though from a bad memory, as he opens up the pouch and gets out the fern leaves and roots and berries, and produces a bowl and grinding implement from somewhere under his cloak. he grinds them together, and pours them into the gourd. Sealing it, and mixing it. Before handing it to you.*

Here. Have her drink it.