An hour seemed like an eternity in this arena. Ström was a man of few words and it didn't seem that conversation was going to make time go by any faster, so Bronislava took advantage of the mandatory wait by going over the steps of the potion in her head again, making sure everything would be precise. That and keeping her eye on the elf.

She knew there was one more ingredient to add, the galangal in powder form and her eyes fell on the plant. Then just some stirring and it should be done to relieve the poor elf's symptoms. Brown eyes wandered over to the pitiful creature again and she gave it a sad look. "Not much longer," she told it, her hand giving it a gentle pat to its increasingly swollen head. She frowned as it rolled over on the floor; it was obviously in so much discomfort. Had it been an hour yet?

Finally the timer went off and she nodded towards Ström as he took care of the galangal. She watched him as he lit it on fire and poured it into the cauldron then she walked over to finish it up. Once Bronislava scourgified the crystal stirrer, she plunged it into the mixture and began stirring vigorously. "Five minutes," she murmured aloud as she glanced at her watch for reference. She stirred and stirred, checking her watch periodically, and when it had been enough time, she stopped and turned off the flame.

"Ve should let it cool for a few minutes, I think," she said glancing first at Ström then at the swollen elf. "Ve don't vant to burn him. But not too long, his symptoms seem to be getting vorse and he looks to be in pain." She frowned at the creature. Not much longer and then they could apply the draft to his skin, hoping it would be effective for relieving him of the swelling.