Serphia had folded her arms as Sharon had rallied to defend Liaena's potion. 

Truly, it made her nothing but skeptical whenever the devious little monkey produced anything from her insidious satchel. Even if the human's intentions had been completely noble, she still wouldn't blindly trust the girl. Granted, the High Elf's willingness to sacrifice himself in case the potion was a fluke or had any unforeseen side effects was enough for her to accept it. 

After all, if the potion should somehow lead to a spontaneous internal combustion with the imbiber, it would just be Sharon, and not one of her Night Elves that burst into flames.

However, the High Elf's last suggestion of shrinking himself when coming along with them made Serphia suddenly raise an eyebrow in surprise at Sharon. 

"That would make it more practical, Quel'Dorei... " Serphia spoke with a more softer tone, looking down at the High Elf on the other end of the table with a more approving look. Indeed, having to drag the High Elf alongside his armor up the cliff side of the wet reef would be a task that she would very well prefer to avoid.

Rithrynn on the other hand, who had been standing next to Serphia, reacted immediately by spinning around the table to lean over Sharon on the opposite side of Liaena!

"Don't worry, Shaw! I'll take great care of you during the mission!" Rithrynn beamed down on him with a humongous smile, placing her hands around his shoulder.

A couple of whispers and some low snickering emanated from the Night Elves in the room as they watched Rithrynn cling to Sharon, with what seemed like great amusement. Of the members from Rithrynn's warband, Serphia seemed to be the only one retaining a blank, yet slightly fuddled expression. The Captain's eyes shifted from Rithrynn, to Sharon, over to Liaena and back again to Rithrynn, as if she was genuinely unsure whether or not to exercise her indiscriminate authority, or simply not care at all.