[ Dorothea accepts his apology silently, squeezing his arm gently as they tread carefully through the forest. When roots or branches reach into the path, she navigates around them, keeping an eye on their familiars as they fly ahead. ]

I've heard about the potions, and I'll admit I'm curious to try my hand at brewing a few myself. Everyone used to tell me how bad my cooking is, though--hopefully that doesn't transfer to mixing up potions, too. Maybe we can try for that flower again with a bit more research, hmm?