[ He watches the potions with interest, particular that one that she examines with such concern. That halts the moment she mentions her magic, though. Then he flicks a glance back up at Sieglinde, hating himself a little for the jealousy he feels. Apparently some people got lucky, and retained some power. ]

No, no, I'm fine. But thank you. [ He shifts, dropping his eyes again and reaching a hand into a pocket of his robes. ] I might have a few intact bottles, though, if you want to save any of the leaking ones.