Well, that was mildly alarming. Tabitha had used one of those antidotes just earlier this week. Sliding forward, she pulled a vial from the furthest end of the table from him. It too look discolored, but she gave it a turn upside down and back, causing it to emit little poof of smoke. The odd thing about it was that it smelled oddly sweet?

"Do you smell that?" In her intrigue, Tabi nearly held it straight out to him, but instead set it down and pushed it along the table, backing up again to give him space. Tabi had to wonder if someone had tampered with them or if there was a whole batch that had somehow gone off or been brewed incorrectly. Was she going to have to start double checking every potion she planned to use? That thought was a little off-putting to say the least. At least this likely cemented Mr. Greengrass' contract with the hospital.