Nodding slowly, Daff held her breath as she heard Noble rummage through his bag. She had a cold cup of tea sitting on her desk behind her somewhere to help swallow the bezoar. After Noble pressed the antidote into her hand, she gently felt around behind her trying to find the teacup without spilling it or knocking anything else off her desk. Slowly she prodded across the top, trying to remember where she had set the cup last, but in her panic and failing sight over the last couple of hours, she couldn't quite recall.

Finally her fingertips came across the saucer and she managed to get a hand around the handle without knocking anything over. Daff had excelled in potions, did almost as well as herbology, but this was honestly the first time she had ever had to consciously worry about taking a bezoar for an antidote. She popped it into her mouth quickly and followed up with a swig of tea, swallowing it without much difficulty.

Against her better judgement, she had been hoping for an immediate improvement, but none came. It wasn't like she had been poisoned after all. "I do no— not see any difference." She sighed after a moment, trying not to let the disappointment show and the panic return.