A potion for a client, that was easy enough — Noble opened the drawer of potions he kept ready for clients to pick up, wondering if he could guess which one of hers. That thought was stopped short by her request for a potion for her — he turned back to her, concern drawing his eyebrows together and lining his forehead.

"Sure," Noble said, because he was a potioneer, so this was sort of what he did. "Do you know what caused it?"

There was something concerning about the way her eyelids were moving, now that he knew to be worried.