She barely managed a small nod. His hands were gentle and soft as he rubbed small circles at the base of her neck and tilted it upwards. The drought was warm as if freshly brewed. It tasted of honey and lavender; if she were in her right mind, she would have tested it with a strip of her hair first to ensure it was prepared properly. It wasn’t instant, but she could feel the effects moving warmly through her. While the potion eased her muscles, Blaise continued to massage her neck.