Three potions still remained. Two helped with his mental controls, calming and clarifying his mind. He felt pretty clear today, in all honesty, but he didn't want to take the risk of avoiding this part of his daily routine. This was a day he just had to be alert for. He knocked them back one after the other, like Jagerbomb shots, quite enjoying the taste ... which was cherry this time ... and said a quiet "thank you" to Cassie. She was always making little flavour additions like this for him, to try and make his medicine a little more bearable.