Norah, while not asked to deliver potions, had been working on her own. When she arrived to meet the two Cambrian’s, she had a scarf wrapped around her head that covered her nose and mouth. Her hands smelling faintly of vinegar and cinnamon. She’d keep a distance, leaning in the shadow of the building with the horse sized wolf lingering just behind her. His back to Norah’s, looking out and watching as he always did.

“I have luckily not been on the receiving end of this illness, but I can’t say the same for others,” she looked towards all the homes. The children… those are the ones she worried for the most. Sigyn asked about the potions, and Norah went to the case, opening it and looking over the contents and vials, the small note inside that told her how to use it… not what it was. Smart family. Keeping secrets to themselves to remain useful.

“Thankfully, it’s quite simple. The vials,” she held up the small bottles, “are to be filled just to the neck and that is considered a full dose for any adults. The children are to receive half of that. Some might need additional, and we are only to give additional after no improvement after six hours and only in half doses every four hours after but not to exceed two days.” She opened the larger bottle and leaned forward to sniff at the contents. Only to scrunch her nose, which wiuld be hidden by her scarf. “I’ve been trying to work on something for those who are not sick, to help prevent it.” She murmured.