Herian gaze narrows at Beleth, at her eagerness to test the liquid. Perhaps unfair, perhaps rooted in her own history and hatreds. Perhaps entirely merited, because she just volunteered to drink something that had effects so dramatic that it made Herian think uncomfortably of blood magic.

First thing's first;

"I will take responsibility for Lakshmi," she says, voice soft as the drag of silk over stone. "She is of my Division, and holds a position under my supervision. If it will satisfy the other Division Heads, I am willing to accept her word and her honour, but in return the execution of all duties, Diplomatic or otherwise, will require my approval and my overseeing."

A pause, to exhale. "As for testing whether this... elixir is effective on those of us of Thedas or other rifters and determining whether that aspect of it is a threat, I think that is a matter that will require some further discussion. It could even prove to be a danger, rather than a cure. We should not risk your expertise so readily, Scoutmaster."

Quiet, and yet there is a faint crispness to the words.