"Thank you, Skellig. That would be helpful," Kreyu tells him.

Taweret fishes out a much larger jar than the one she brought them last night. "You'll want to brew a spoonful every morning."

"Thank you, Taweret." Kreyu takes the jar carefully.

Kreyu rolls her eyes at him. "I might not SURVIVE you doing better next time." She's teasing him, a little. "And I will need to take...precautions." So the entire village doesn't want to murder them both for sleep deprivation.