She couldn’t feel his touch, and hadn’t noticed until he cringed. She sighed and looked up at him with a warm smile. “It’s not your fault Benjii, neither is it Ozi’s… It’s my burden to bear. You have enough to worry about.” Her hand ran over the cool binding of his book, still in her coat pocket from when he gave it to her. “And if you wish, I could make more of the serum for you… To have when ever you’re craving a good night’s sleep.” She pulled a vile containing the liquid from her sleeve. “I was planning on using this on the Prince… But I can’t get close enough to slip it into his drink.” She smiled and took his hand and gave him the vile, wrapping his fingers around it. “Take it… I’ll make more for you.” She smiled and looked up into is eyes.