If River wasn’t a decent man, and a polite Healer, he would’ve laughed at the two right now. River wanted to point out that Rosalyn only got the bug, and nothing else. She was going to survive her colds so really, Gaston should CHILL. But then again, who was he to comment on...whatever it is that is going on between them, yes? He’s just the Healer anyway.

Rosalyn’s question pulled him back to the present as he nodded in acknowledgement. “If you have to administer it yourself then, yes you should. In my opinion at least.” He said as he got the cylinder back and placed it on the silver tray he was holding. “Some Healers would say it is fine to down a full bottle of healing potions, but I say the excess intake would only be discarded by the body unused. It’s a waste of potion, and I don’t like that.” So as long as Rosalyn was under his watch, she will always have the right dosage. River eyed the offered glass, and the Healer was quick to make a comment. “Water is fine, but just a sip, Rosalyn. We don’t want to dilute the potion inside you.” Really, he’s strict about these things.

“While we’re at it, here’s an Immune Booster for you Gaston.” River walked over to the other side of the bed and procured a vial containing a clear liquid. “It’s made from hops, milk thistle, skullcap, and nettle. Should kill the nasty bugs inside you...in case you got some from Rosalyn.” He said grinning at the Charms professor, “You should only take it once, and you’re good to go. For Rosalyn however, she needs to take two after her breakfast for the next two days just to make sure that her colds will not return.” He added as he procured two more small vials from his pocket and gave it to Gaston. River may or may not have winked in the man’s direction by the way. Mister Marchand wanted to be more useful, right? Well then, River just gave him a job to do.

River glanced up at Rosalyn, just in time to see her ears produce a good amount of steam. “You should start feeling better now, Miss Newton.” He said as he went back to the other side of the bed tucking her hair behind her ears to give way for the steam to come out. “Your fever has broken I believe.” River smiled as he placed a hand on her forehead. “Soon, you will start to sweat it out so...” the Healer took a clean face towel from the bedside table and handed it to Gaston. “You know what to do, my friend.” Just being an awesome wingman right here.

River took a step back as he looked over his shoulder, and frowned a little. “You two have to excuse me. I have a broken arm to attend to.” Why does it always have to be Gryffindors? “I’ll check on you again in a while. Stay in bed for now Rosalyn and try to get some rest.” With a grin, the Healer drew the screen for them and gave the two some privacy.