The next morning, after we woke up, Clover brushed out my hair. It was still pretty tangled, so it took longer than it normally does. She put it in a tight braid and gave it a tug.
She got up from the sleeping bag and went to one of the bags in our tent. She dug through it and pulled out a bottle, then emptied a couple tablets into her hand and took them with some water from a bottle. The bottles we brought with us were bespelled by Lila to always replenish with water once they emptied. It was how we avoided drinking water in the fae realm.
“Was that some sort of spell?” I asked as I dressed.
“Yes, a magical tablet called ‘aspirin’. Quite effective, but also quite toxic if taken in large doses.” Clover said with a giggle as she went to get her own clothes.
Her movements were a litt
