"No, the healer would be me, I do think." The wrinkles around his eyes creases further with the smile he gives her in return. His eyes are dark enough to almost appear black but in the light of the lanterns there is almost a shine to them. "If you insist on being stubborn, I will simply have to keep a closer eye on you."

With that said he sits back again and reaches for the mug, giving it a final swirl to assure that everything is mixed together before giving it to her. The preparation had looked easy, certainly, but then it had been made with substances prepared beforehand.

"There is a tincture of opium in this; it will likely make you somewhat drowsy. Some might experience some sensations of euphoria. Nausea is also not so terribly uncommon if regrettable, but if you start to feel very ill you must tell me straight away." With things being what they are, he isn't planning in leaving her side at all this night.