At Mammonie's sarcastic question of whether she could trust Gram's strength, the dragoness offered not much more than a confident smile. A smile that would only be broken once the potion was offered, Gram's eyes looking it over cautiously. [color=gray][b]"As much as I appreciate the gesture, I'm mostly recovered now. Vani however may need someone to tend his aches,"[/b][/color] she said, tossing the potion to Vani, who'd catch it like a pro pitcher. 

[color=tan][b]"We can leave as soon as Gram's able to summon her carriage,"[/b][/color] Vani said, uncorking the bottle and chugging it. [color=tan][b]"...Huh. Guess where you come from these are strawberry flavored. I'm used to lemon."[/b][/color]

Gram would remove Vani's cloak and stand up, getting closer to the fire. [color=gray][b]"In another hour, the souls will return to me and I can summon them again. For now, we will just have to enjoy the pleasure of each other's company."[/b][/color] Her words were accompanied by a soft smile, softer than any she'd shared before.

It'd be a somewhat informative conversation, mostly getting Mammonie up to speed on the general form of society in this world, before Gram's eyes suddenly went pale white, and her back arched violently, as if something had just slammed into her. Shaking her head, she would right herself.

[color=gray][b]"My entourage has arrived. Let us be off,"[/b][/color] Gram said, before snapping her fingers. The whinnying of horses would flood the cave, coming from the mouth. Just in time as the fire grew weak, puttering out.

Civilization, here they come!