Enid took the glass from the healer and made a face. "What-- I suppose the business is not going very well, then, Seamstress?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "This amount of punch couldn't even help a cactus!" she said, a bit offended by how cheap the seamstress was with the drink. But either way, she proceeded to sip it down quickly. "Ah..." she let out a sigh of content, finding the punch to taste even better than she had expected. "Thou hast got to share the recipe for thy secret punch, Seamstress!" she said with a smile before coughing softly. Hmm... what was she talking about, again? "And... uh... wait, what was I saying?" she asked, furrowing her brows slightly and turning to Alexa as the younger girl asked her what was going on. "I dunno, I feel like we were supposed to get something from here. Hmmmm... wait! Gimme a second and I'll remember!" she said, now looking off into space with narrowed green eyes. After a minute or two, she finally looked back at Healer Ashford. "I think we were looking for band-aids? Nah, wait, we're not even injured... I dunno." She shrugged. "Thanks for the drink, though. Good stuff," she added, raising her eyebrows a bit at the small glass in which the potion had once been.