It was encouraging to feel more like herself again. The effects of Rodolphus drugging her could no longer be felt. Following the terrible recovery she had, she knew that she couldn't allow herself to ever willingly imbibe another vial of that putrid, delicious concoction again. No amount of numbness was worth the side-effects. She had to also be careful not to put herself in a position where she could have it poured down her throat forcibly. Death was preferable to that wretched experience again.