She doesn't miss the sight of the medicine he prepares for her, but she does her level best to ignore it for the time being, concentrating instead on readying herself for the day ahead. Given that they are in the Fallow Mire, Aleanna makes sure she has the proper clothing set out for when she needs to change, including her armor.

Once done with her hair, she sighs, facing the medicine. Still. Better to get it over with, and better yet to not have to think about it too much. She accepts the mug he offers, though she can't help but make a slight face.

"I suppose not," she agrees. Better to be safe. Even she can see that. She tosses back the concoction with a wince, but she swallows it entirely, all the same.

"Maker," she says, nose wrinkling. "I can keep hoping but it will never start tasting better, will it?"

"Do you erm. Mind waiting outside?" She asks moments later, glancing towards where she has her clothing spread out. "While I change?"