"Medicines?" she echoed in question. Her eyes were intent on him by that point. "What kind of medicines do you sell? Do you have one to make a lass less angsty?" She was only half joking about giving her sister something to boost her spirits, but one could not simply medicine away something like the kind of woe her sister had. One does not simply just poopoo away a jilted bride, that was a fact.

"That would be something," she murmured to herself more than him, "A medicine to make my sister stop crying. Her fiance never showed up for the wedding... She hasn't been the same since. She is, sorry to say, a big reason I am taking the slow way home." She snorted.