“Ouch,” Crow rolled his eyes sarcastically when Penelope said she had common sense. “Way to kick a man when he’s down.” He paused, flexing his right hand. It seemed like some of his mobility was coming back to him already. While it was still difficult for him to make his body move, he felt like he was steadily regaining control of it. [i]So two drops are enough to down someone, but only for a short period of time,[/i] he noted, absently rolling his ankles. [i]We should probably add a little bit more when we apply the oil to our weapons.[/i]

He looked up at Penelope when she asked if she could help him, blinking to see past the hallucinations brought on by the henbane. “I think it’s already starting to wear off,” he spoke a bit more steadily than before. “But yes. Water would be great, thanks.” Taking a deep breath to calm his upset stomach, he forced himself to sit up and shift so his back was resting against a nearby tree. He closed his eyes, since the world around him still felt like it was moving. Now that he was experiencing the effects of the henbane oil, he almost felt bad for the unknowing knights and staff of the Younisian castle that they were going to use it on. Unfortunately, with so little time to prepare, it was the best option they had to get in and out as quickly as possible.

“At least we can say for sure that this will work now,” Crow stretched his legs out in front of himself as he started to regain feeling in his limbs. Focusing intently, he reached for the pot and poured most of its contents back into the jar. “Take this with you when you get inside the palace,” he said, looking up at Penelope. “It’s strong enough that this should be all we need to take out the entire staff, and then we can use what’s left in the pot to lace our weapons.”