Ilmr regards the Golden Guardian with a smile and a bow of her head, and waits patiently as she writes. "I deeply wish I could help you speak again, perhaps I can craft something to soothe your throat," She pulls a small jar of honey, an empty jar, honeysuckle incense, and some herbs from a large satchel. She lights the incense and passes the herbs-- mint and lavender-- through the smoke for a few moments, chanting under her breath. She then places the herbs in the jar, fills it with honey, corks it, and shakes it. "Let this set for two hours and then drink it. The effects should last for a week or so. Don't hesitate to come find me here again whenever you need more."

She hands the bottle to the guardian and thinks for a moment. "Perhaps I can help ease your troubles, too." From one of her bag she pulls out a small, empty purple satchet; juniper incense; lavender, eucalyptus, and spearmint; and a couple small wands of selenite. Again she lights incense, passes the herbs and crystals through the smoke, chanting under her breath. She carefully places the selenite in the satchet and pours in the herbs after, closing the satchet tightly and knotting the strings so it stays shut. "Keep this on you, it will calm your nerves and help you feel at ease. It may not cure your hurting, but it may ease the burden on you." Ilmr hands the guardian the satchet gingerly. "I hope these help you, you seem to be so kind, and so undeserving of whatever may have happened to you. From what I can tell, you are greatly loved, and not a burden."