"I'll trickle it directly onto my crown, then." He says. Sounds easy enough.

Having been shrunk by pixies before, he just remembers it being cold weather, but not really the specifics on how he shrank.

"I am." Gokudera replies almost as soon as Emet finishes that question. "I'll find a healer, then. I've already troubled you enough for two different types of potions..." He doesn't want to be a burden, and also doesn't want him to watch if something goes horribly wrong.

"But I told you, I've died before. I'd definitely be willing to risk it if I could be free."