[ Unfortunately, the presence of a critter has not cut down on Trahearne's Archive time.

Trahearne takes his seat opposite Ori, his eyes settled on the potions. Seisyll hops down from her perch and comes to stand on the table, sniffing the bottles curiously. He runs a hand through the thin leaves that make up her fur and nods. ]

Thank you, Ori. My wounds are still healing, so this is greatly appreciated.

[ He really isn't in much of a state to be up and about, which makes him a little dubious of her condition. He directs his attention up at her, brow raised slightly. ] Should you be here, carrying these around? Your injuries seemed quite serious.