The request certainly broke the focus that Monika was fostering for a moment. Not long enough to ruin this batch, but it was noticeable. She finished collecting these vapours carefully, before turning to Annabeth. Her hand went to the note in her pocket. 
"Yes, I think I'd like that," she said slowly, "only I'm not a healer. I can heal, but It's not my specialty at all."

She thought it'd be best to let them know early. After all, everything she did to help Skurr was hurreidly researched from the extensive library that Georges had fostered.
She added an oil to the liquid sitting in a small vial, and a slight fizzing could be heard. As she handed it to Skurr, more vapour rose from the vial. 
"Inhale some of this. Not all of it, mind you."