Her head tilts, looking at him a moment before she speaks - though it has little to do with him or his rather private wants. The particulars of its making, consumption, is one thing she would rather keep to herself in lieu of anyone in this room getting tortured at any point.

"Once a day, and as immediately as you are injured. As you saw, the years and injuries you have incurred rapidly catch up with you. The last... person I saw it happen too, was almost dead at the end of two weeks."