Maybe a little. [Maybe just enough to disguise the tang of copper. She takes a few steps back from the bed, half-turning to reach for a chair.] Drink it all, nevertheless. Medicine isn't supposed to taste good. It's a fundamental rule, you know.

[And despite what he says, so long as Rin's plan worked right, given another minute or two and Zaveid should start to feel better quickly upon finishing the cup.

There was a lot more zip in there than there was an amethyst bird.]