Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-11457306-20141206014649

Megan almost let go of her arm to take the bottle, then remembered it would hurt. "Bring it down to my room," she said.

When they were there, she directed him to pour it into a mug and she sat on the bed where she could prop her arm on her lap, which she did, gingerly, then pick up the mug. She drank the draft quickly, grimacing at the taste.

"Where did you get this?"