Hearing the Midwife's words filled Finn with excitement. Finally—finally—he was going to get paid for all his miserable hard work. He couldn't help but silently thank Lysithea from the bottom of his heart for what she had done for him.
"So hold onto those carefully," the Midwife purred.
"So wait," Finn asked, "which ones do you actually need?"
"Just two of the dark blue ones."
Finn plucked them from his palm and handed them over.
"That will be enough for the Hornus Potion to take full effect. Now, sit down and relax, darling~."
The thing didn't need to tell him twice. Finn plopped his ass into the nearest chair with all the grace of a man who had been waiting way too long for this. He was ready to slam the potion and get the hell out of this foggy nightmare.
Behind him, the girls stood around like they had during their last visit. Majestria crossed her arms under her chest, tapping her foot as though she had somewhere important to be. (She didn't.)
