Ahh they were getting somewhere. Funny how that happened when one stopped long enough actually process the information. Angie wasn't sure what it was that Mrs. Crouch had ingested, though she gathered it had been Mr. Greengrass to sell the potion.

"Logical, I have some at home, if needed." She piped in, her travel bag was stocked with basic care supplies that could be used in the field, including bezoars. Angie was nothing if not well-prepared. "I can take a look at her too." Ang was no healer, but she was probably close to a fully trained mediwitch with all of the on-the-job training she'd gone through for cursebreaking. Not to mention years of field experience by now. It wasn't like they traveled with a full-fledged healer on assignments and somebody was always getting injured.