A few minutes passed.
Clara was the first to move. "Ugh…"
She groaned and pushed herself up from the ground, one hand pressing against her head as she sat up slowly. "…Why does it always hit like that…"
Beside her, Seira's eyes slowly opened. Her breathing was already controlled, but her brows were still furrowed. "…It's really unpleasant."
She sat up straight, brushing her hair back neatly, while Clara immediately turned her head and glared toward Mersha. "You…"
Mersha looked back at her and simply smiled, casually holding another bottle in her hand. "Come on. It's the elder's order, not something I decided."
Clara clicked her tongue. "Yeah… but it looked like you were enjoying it a lot for someone just following orders."
Seira nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Just admit that you enjoyed it."
Mersha chuckled softly, clearly not denying it, then turned away and walked off to prepare more elixirs for the other disciples.
