[Ah, yes. Mana transfer. The hand is warm on her shoulder, warmer than it otherwise would, with the feeling of something clear and floral-delicate seeping into her weary muscles. Shinoa relaxes into the touch, muttering a soft thank-you. The mana that flows back would feel thicker, with a tang like spice; but in its wake it leaves an aftertaste not unlike One's own. Floral. Perhaps lavender.

Then, with renewed energy, she picks up the bottle. Squinting closely at it, giving it a gentle shake to test its consistency.]

I think this one's some sort of tropical berry juice. Too bright and clear to be blood. Might be a Polgar species, but I'm not too sure on the exact kind.

[Her studies did not touch too much on berries.]

I think it's an edible kind, though~! Aaaand... this is powder... looks like enamel powder... probably the claws of something. I'm suspecting gryphon claw shavings. This one- [She reaches out to poke the bottle in One's hand-] Seems like secretions of something. Might be a relative of those bugs we saw earlier.

I think we'd need to do some mixing, yes. I'm guessing none of these bottles have the complete concoction.