"Yes," a squeaky voice said as Sana nodded her head rapidly. Slowly it dawned on her that his voice was muffled and it was because she had yet to drop her hand. Slowly she let it fall as she swallowed hard, a bit more embarrassed at her actions than her words. "I am so sorry," she continued, each word a drawn out a ridiculously staccato exclamation.

Sana looked quizzically at Elis as he climbed down and walked away, only hearing his last words and suddenly concluding he meant something by it even if she didn't know exactly what. She understood the implication he was making.

 "You've got to be kidding me! I mean not that I wouldn't or don't but I, oh, for the gods sake," she stammered sqeakily before she realized it wasn't just a frog in her throat. Muttering a slew of curses, each one more ludicrously humorous than the one before as she fell back into her seat and tried to figure out what in the world was going on. 

Then it dawned on her, a story from her childhood. Her people were known for their eccentric ways but also they knowledge of natural remedies. Traveling from town to town, trekking days on end only to have to perform instantly on arrival. Her mother used to make something that looked similar to what she had drank, the only time though she had see the side effect was when her mother used a different ingredient when she had run out. It wasn't harmful but it would last until she slept it off.

Grumbling like some deranged fairy dragon she looked back over to Hugh, she wanted to explain but couldn't bare it. "I'm okay. Drink. Gone in few hours," she cheeped as she sat there, crossing her arms across her chest, feeling mortified.