[ Tharja was well aware that her powers weren't working. All of the dark arts she dedicated her life too ... they weren't accessible! A few days of being here didn't tame her, but instead she decided to try one last thing: potions. If those worked, she'd be good for now.

The faint voice made her darkened gaze snap to Noire. Tharja had to swallow the fact that this was apparently her daughter, but having her mouse around? She was interested in what plan Noire had for her. Certainly it wasn't "family bonding". ]

Hm... If I plan on finishing this mixture before sunset, that will be the only way. [ She sounds unhappy. ] Why are you trying to help me? Your intentions better be good.