"Ufu" Mistletoe's reaction to the attention was like as one would expected. Puffing like a toad, she bore a grin as wide as a lion's mouth. Her eyes full of smarm and smug traced back to the young man's face, to see what it would look like. She decided that he would still look better as a frog. Her attention however sprung back to the noblewoman, before the woodsman's intention to woo the lady interferred any further. He should've bought the potion, instead of trying to be useful to heal people.

Before the great Mistletoe, he would make a fool of himself, wouldn't he be? Aeva just nodded slightly, as she spread open her cloak, revealing several pouches with glass phials of unknown content. "Currently I do have love filters, potions of beauty, potions for old people's pains, potions of...virility"- she whispered this one a little lower- "but I am pretty sure short of healing a decapitation I can make any healing potion you would want on request, my Lady." Well, she did overshot her abilities a little there. Her potions could not restore mangled limbs, not yet...but anything short of a deadly pox, dismemberment or a cursed bite she was confident she could handle.