[ the cheekiness of his smile doesn't catch her off-guard, necessarily, but it does cut through some of the underpinnings of anger. her ire is not directed at stephen, and he probably knows better than most others what it feels like, in this position. so much that the smile, the small leather pouch, it settles some of that burn in her.

leaving her more exhausted, perhaps, but not so much so that she dislikes it. ]

Medicine? [ she asks, incredulous, her eyes going from the tinctures to stephen. her brow is still arched, her curiosity winning out over everything else. ] I don't think I've seen you brew a potion of your own, Stephen. Am I going to be impressed?

[ he's absolutely correct in thinking she is only going to trust aid from those she knows, and given her current, less than great state, she could use it. she sits up a little straighter, holding her hand out for the pouch to inspect the contents. ]

Oh, you will certainly hear my thoughts. [ she says easily, her eyes still on the vials inside, picking through them to see what all he's brought her. yennefer does snort a bit at the expert line, before setting them down in her lap. ] Once I've had a chance to try them.