She makes a face saying what words don't need to, exactly how she felt about that revelation, herself. Especially since none of the right words seem to exist anymore. So far it hasn't seemed like any of the voluntary citizens are any happier about this cow pucky, but she really doesn't care about that. She cares that her brain feels like it's growing roots. Not enough to miss what he was doing with his hands, some kind of magic, but it doesn't seem to do anything that she can tell.

Valkyrie follows him automatically as he gathers a collection of potions, as far as she can tell, and puts her hands on her hips as he assesses her. She knows the picture she's presenting, knows she's a hot mess, but she's mostly at peace with it, even if coming to Cadelle has supposed to mean maybe improving on it. Not likely today.

She doesn't reach for the vial immediately, however. "What'll it cost me?" not rude, just matter of fact. Not a lot of good things have come for free in her life.