“Sure” Liaena said carefully as she walked through the corridor, coming to a set of stairs to begin climbing them towards the upper floors. “Serphia was acting really oddly. Is Falere giving her trouble?”

“Hm?”

“…You know. The one standing behind her” Liaena elaborated. Valion gave her an odd look, before chuckling lightly. 
“Oh no. She is pushy sometimes, but I’d imagine the Captain has it all in hand”

“Fair enough” 

The girl said dubiously as she walked, hoping the elf riding on her shoulder wouldn’t be able to detect how quickly her heart was beating. Reaching the door to Sharon’s office, she opened the door to step inside. 

The room was just as opulent as ever, somehow mysteriously untouched by the Night Elves  - although the lack of alcohol in the room might always have been a factor. Liaena stepped over to remove “Sharon” from her shoulder and place him on his desk. “Here….just a second”

Rummaging inside the bag she was carrying, Liaena eventually withdrew a small vial that she held out to the high elf. The label on it was as indecipherable as ever in her classic chicken scratch. To somebody who was familiar with Liaena’s concoctions however, this lacked the vibrate green colour that characterised her antidote for the shrinking potion. Instead, it had the classic bluish-white tint of her strongest sleeping drugs. 

Looking down at Valion, she raised an eyebrow quizzically along with a smile. “…did you need me to find you a saucer, or are you good?”