Payment can be trade but given that her wits feel as if they're leaking out her ears presently, that concept escapes. She'd been halfway through trying to barter for salt only to leave, ready to go shape a bow that's no good to anyone now for the time she's left it in acid to let the bone flex. Later Brónach will be angry, will gnash her teeth at the lack of all she needs. Now?

"People who can get them if you can't drag yourself to the shrine or afford the potion. Cures everything."

A lie that sits sour in her mouth because no, just disease not the other things you need curing but it'd be good to be rid of this. As if her shape is being lost to some secret fire.

"If it made you not miserable-- you'd want one. If I held it out you'd try to stop this. Maybe I should go find some, go up on the battlements with my bow and shoot."