Lio looked a bit mortified that he'd even burned himself in the first place - but he wasn't going to mess around with any injuries. He couldn't afford to anymore. Reluctantly, he took the bottle from the lalafell's hand, and popped off the cork.

"... Again, thanks," he replied softly as he lifted the bottle and took a small sip.

The taste was bitter, and none too pleasant, and he almost spat it out then and there. But, he noticed, as soon as the liquid had hit his tongue, all the tingling and pain had subsided as if it had never been there in the first place. Whatever that stuff was, it worked.

"Ugh," he groaned, passing it back to Malms with a wince. "What in the world is that stuff? It helped, but... I've never tasted anything like it."