Noble sighed. He should have expected this, but he'd been hoping for an easy solution — not that antidotes were easy, but that they would then be following a formula he knew. Instead now he had to guess — and he didn't feel confident about guessing. Not when it was Daffy, not when it was someone else's potion.

He opened the bag of supplies he'd brought and looked inside. "We're going to try an awakening potion," Noble said. He wasn't sure it would work. But she wasn't poisoned, and the bezoar hadn't worked, and — an awakening potion was the opposite of a sleeping potion. So — maybe?

(If it were anyone else, he would have given up and sent them to a healer. But it wasn't. So.)

He tugged a vial from his bag. Just a little awakening potion, a small dose, like what healers took to stay awake. Noble pressed it into her hand.

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