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Elinor nodded slowly when he finally confirmed that he was just fine. Good. She allowed herself to lean back slightly, backing off from her anxious posture. She watched as he looked over to the cauldron and started to put the pieces together. She held back a chuckle at his groan of realization. It wasn't funny...
...Okay, it was funny-- But there was no reason for Nigel to think that she thought it was funny. She finally pulled out a neat, folded cloth from the inside of her purse.
"Well... That depends on what you think happened," she hedged, handing him the cloth. With her other hand, she made a half-gesture to her face, trying to communicate that he had something on his lips, but it was too hard not to laugh. Finally, she just resigned to saying, "For your lips" quietly.
She blinked her green eyes across the table at him. Perhaps he needed a little help figuring out what happened, no? "The best I can figure is somehow the Amortenia got into your teacup without you knowing about it." (Implying that Nigel didn't take some on purpose. That would just be silly.) "But it couldn't have been much."
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