"Hold that steady while I pour the mixture. We are going to blind it."

Well, that sounded... like a good thing. It could only be a good thing to blind a sea monster before it can capsize their boat, right? Somewhat reassured by his steadying hand on her shoulder, Fern sucks in a quick breath, lets it out, and nods. "Okay," she says, determined not to mess everything up, and takes hold of the lantern as it is handed to her. Dutifully focusing on this task alone (and struggling quite hard not to look over her shoulder to see where the sea serpent might be now), she holds the lantern still for the Medicine Seller, eyes darting between his peculiarly marked face (those don't look like the Dalish elf tattoos), and his hands (pretty long finger-nails for, um, anyone, really).