One hand reaches out, fingers curling around the small satchel of pills briefly before she carefully pushes them back across the table. Back to Sieglinde, and back to some hypothetical person in the future who might have more use of them than she will.
There's a sadness to her voice as she speaks, a certain sense of finality.]
This isn't something you can cure, Sieglinde. No one can.
[Not according to Koltira, though her emotions regarding him still run rampant and untamed.]
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One hand reaches out, fingers curling around the small satchel of pills briefly before she carefully pushes them back across the table. Back to Sieglinde, and back to some hypothetical person in the future who might have more use of them than she will.
There's a sadness to her voice as she speaks, a certain sense of finality.]
This isn't something you can cure, Sieglinde. No one can.
[Not according to Koltira, though her emotions regarding him still run rampant and untamed.]
I'll be fine in a few days.