Rhyderi growled gently. “Can we just talk about something else. We have already established that I do not have good dress sense. No need to keep beating it in.” He stopped outside. “Lead the way.
Kalysto watched Jenna work, looking fascinated. He stood back while she did her thing, not wanting to get in the way or break her concentration. He took a seat nearby and continued to watch with a keen eye, silent at least until the vial was made.
“How many of these are we going to need? One? Two?”