Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask — and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created."
Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?”
“No no no,” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath.” She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her.
“Mother Night,” Lucivar muttered.
“Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.
