Elizabeth bustled into the room the next morning, a small glass of dark green liquid in her hand. "Drink this," she instructed, and Margaret did as she was told. So this was what Lily meant when she had said that the remedy was 'hot'— it burned worse than any other drink she had ever had as it went down her throat.
It worked, though, which was more than Margaret had expected. She quickly began recovering— the temperature of her skin no longer resided at either extreme (the burning flames of Hell, or the freezing waters of the Arctic), her appetite had returned with a vengeance and she could properly keep food down, and she did not feel dizzy and faint whenever she stood up anymore, but still she was ordered to remain in bed and consume only liquids for a few more days to 'gain her strengt
