[ She chuckles. If William will allow it, she'll place just a few drops over his fingertips. ]

I don't know why it's called such a thing, but they might as well be considered medicinal. Magical things, they are.

[ Depositing the same amount for herself, she rubs the fingertips of both hands together, before sweeping over the skin - again, avoiding the eyes. ]

Our skin always repairs itself, anyway, but I've found that providing the right hydration keeps it consistent! No matter how lousy our shifts were.