Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
Abasi watched her gather together vials, was a little unnerved by how she seemed to need to stare at each one; did she not know what medicines she held? But even if he did not have full faith in her, this was his best chance at feeling at all better, so for he moment he tried to withhold judgement (for Abasi, a monumental task).
He was not familiar with any of the things she named as medicines, but he had not been an expert on herbs in his own world either. Assuming she had no reason to poison him (and if she did, could he really end up anywhere worse?) he took the cup and drank it, pausing to wrinkle his nose at the unfamiliar taste before finishing it off. "Thank you."
She had said she could only heal the symptoms, though, not his actual sickness - and she had no name for it, either. With a sigh he watched her get out the wax, surprised there was more to the process.
"As long as you do not touch below my neck." He guided, leaning his face forward.
