Pharmeceuticals for Psychopaths

Manea smiled and chuckled as Irilyth kissed her chin and caught herself from saying mistress again. It was a hard habit to break after using that name for her for so long, but Manea was enjoying getting Irilyth more comfortable and less formal with her. She had developed a soft spot for the blonde fae very quickly and that certainly hadn’t changed. If anything, Irilyth had only gotten more special to her as time went on.

She turned her attention down to the supplies and instruments her healer was working with as Irilyth explained what she was working on, grinning as she mentioned how she needed to keep the pack well stocked with wolves like Alastor and Merrick around. “No doubt about that. They’re both too impulsive for their own good.” She felt like she was often keeping Alastor from killing himself and she was just glad that Keelin was around otherwise she’d be doing the same for Merrick. When Irilyth showed her a few clear bottles and explained what they would be used for, her smile faded a bit, but her brows lifted with interest. “Oh?” The potions were still very much a mystery to her and something she was still mildly concerned over so when Irilyth offered to let her stay and observe despite the cramped space she accepted easily with a nod. “You know I never mind sitting closely with you,” she said with a chuckle.

As Irilyth got to work, Manea watched what she was doing with curiosity. Healing and all of the practices that went along with it felt very out of her depth. She hadn’t the slightest clue what her friend was doing, but she knew Irilyth was skilled at it. “What exactly goes into these things you give Alastor? And what do they do?”

"Manea Mendacium"