rubs his temples, grimacing Bloody hell. Feels like someone's driving a stake through my skull.

grins, nudging him That's what happens when you try to outdrink a bottle of firewhisky, mate.

mutters S'not even from last night. Been hurting since this morning.

lazily slicing an apple You look like death warmed over.

smirking over his goblet When does he not?

sets down her fork, expression soft I've got something for that, actually.

skeptical look What, a brick to the face?

laughs lightly A headache potion. I swiped a few from the infirmary stash last week. Just in case.

snorts Sneaky little thing, aren't you?

shrugs, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small, unmarked vial Learned from the best.

eyeing it This isn't gonna turn me into a canary or something, is it?

deadpan That'd be an improvement, honestly.

huffs a laugh despite himself, then downs the vial in one swig

quietly ...

frowning slightly You alright, Matt? Still hurting?

doesn't answer. His eyes have locked onto something. Someone.

under her breath Oh no.

leaning closer What?

voice barely a whisper, eyes wide I gave him the wrong vial.

horrified whisper That wasn't a headache potion.