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Lúta was nervous, but so grateful that Resin had agreed to see her kids. She had spent extra time measuring the doses to make sure it was just right. Too much would put Resin straight to sleep, too little would fail to stave off a violent outburst. This had to be perfect. When she was sure the mixture was ready she poured it into her waterskin and trotted down to the dungeons to see Resin. It was a delicate tincture of valerian, chamomile, and cannabis diluted with water into the appropriate amount which would make it easier to take.

"Resin? It's Lúta. How are you feeling this morning? I have the mixture here, once it takes affect I can call the kids." She wanted to make sure Resin was still on board and comfortable before calling anyone else down to her. She set the ceramic bowl down near the bars and poured in the mixture from her water skin before gently scooting it in.