Sometimes when she got confused, her husband would have her drink a potion. Tasting faintly of strawberries, it was supposed to help her clear her mind, help her to calm down when she grew frustrated. Usually, it just made her sleepy and feel like the world was moving around her while she stood perfectly still. When she understood how the potion made her feel, she would fight him, beg him not to make her drink anymore. He almost always won. Claimed that he was trying to help her, trying to keep her from hurting herself.