I rolled my eyes. “Relax. The demon’s gone. Here.” I shoved the mortar to his mouth and forced him to drink the potion.
As he slurped the first drops, his lips puckered. He pulled back, but I insisted, “All of it.” From experience, I knew it smelled and tasted foul, like the contents of a rotten egg, but there were more pressing issues than his taste buds.
He drank with his forehead wrinkled, and I let myself snicker at his struggle. “What did I just drink?” he asked when he finished, shuddering at the aftertaste.
“It’s a potion Mother used to make me drink before she…” My throat caught. I stared down at my hands before swallowing my sorrow and meeting his gaze. “It’s supposed to be good for the soul and healing. Given that this isn’t your real body, I figured it might help.”
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