Daff took the potion without complaint, though it tasted a little sour. "Pleased to meet you Miss Brighton, though I do wish it was under better circumstances." Then again, how else did one meet a mediwitch? They appeared to be close in age, though Daff had a hard time telling most of the time.

She watched with vested interest as Miss Brighton began fixing her leg. "Oh it's to be a florist of sorts," Daff didn't exactly know how to explain what it would be as it was a little of everything. "But I also plan to sell pieces by local artists, some potions and ingredients. A little of everything one might want if they thought about it, I suppose." It was an eclectic idea certainly, and Daff had no way of knowing if her idea would work at all until she tried. If that didn't work, she could always fall back on the floristry. Standing on the Potts name wasn't exactly what she wanted to do, but as they did have a good reputation for being good at what they did, that wouldn't hurt.

"There's a greenhouse out back and a workshop downstairs. Just need to finish up this floor to get it ready to open." Her own quarters could wait, they were fine for now, but the professional levels needed to be done sooner rather than later.