Laying in the grass of the empty courtyard, she shifted her position with a groan, her side still healing after the events of the Mimic's servant attacking Castle Wrystel. Opening her satchel, she dug around in it before pulling out the concoction she had made earlier, giving it an idle swish in it's bottle. Opening the bottle, she peered at the contents before taking a swig, having needed to test it anyways. Closing the bottle after, she began to feel rather drowsy, though the pain in her side dulled. After a few mutters about random matters, her drowsiness increased, and she closed her eyes, the bottle rolling out of her hand as her grip eased. Several moments later, she passed out, the dulled pain not enough to keep her awake or disturb her in her sleep.