His eyes were locked on the leaf which Léa held and dabbed the potion with. She seemed to be doing quite a good job and he didn't see need for him to tower over the poor elf who didn't look too comfortable. Understandable, no one liked strangers applying potion to them, elf or not. At first he thought his minds were playing tricks but then he glanced at Léa and saw that even she had noticed the changes. He smile grew larger as the face of the elf returned back to the way it was supposed to be.
By the time the elf started making grateful sounds, Sébastien was grinning. Proud and whole lot of euphoria caused by the results of success. He nodded his head at the elf trying to keep his cool posture. Despite feeling like it, he was never going to squeal, beam or jump happily.
Then Léa cut right to business. Which was wise. Were there other elves with swollen faces around or something? Did they need to brew another potion. Hopefully the elf would tell them something useful or maybe show them.
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