“No, no I’m not. And how can I—I can’t thank you enough. That—that was a healing potion, right? How can I repay you for—”

“This is a low-grade healing potion. If you pour it over your injury, it should heal your affliction.”

“This is—I mean, is it safe? For Humans?”

“Of course not. Why would anyone make a healing potion that hurts when you use it? But look at that!”

“Please, it was nothing. That was merely a low-grade healing potion of no great worth. Let us call it payment for the meal. Unless, of course, you object?”

“So, a lesser healing potion of no worth, huh? You know, I’ve never heard you lie like that.”

“Sorry? Sorry? When this wheel runs over your foot, no healing potion in the world is going to get it back. Do you think I want that on my conscience?”