"I do not know, and I believe at the moment it will be difficult to do so. They are wet." But that was a capital idea...for later. She set the now-empty pitcher back on the mantel of her fireplace, brow furrowing.

"I shall have to redouble my efforts to find the one who sent them to me," Yotsuyu said with dangerous sweetness, her teeth clenched in a smile that was more a snarl. But that passed swiftly, as she turned to rummage about in her desk drawer for a moment and drew out a small jar, offering that to Eleven.

"I did see that you clawed yourself nearly raw. You may want to apply that to the spots you can. It will soothe your skin and help it to heal." At least her alchemy class was good for something. She had simples like an herbwoman!

"And I cry your pardon, Eleven. That was the last thing I thought would happen--to anyone, but certainly not to you." At that, she inclined her head to him, eyes closing.