Kneeling down, Josephine cupped her hands together, taking a few large gulps of water. After having her fill, she stood straight again, wobbling a bit as she made it to her feet. Blushing lightly, she stared at Bruce for a moment before glancing to her hand.

Clearing her throat, she held it out to him-stained slightly blue. "I believe that we, ah, did find the right flower." If just some juice leftover from gripping the plant had this effect, it was hard to imagine what sort of potion could be made from it.