[Sadrain]

"I..." Sadrain looked bewildered at the strange girl. Then a sad smile spread across her face. "You must be one of kindest people I have ever met, and I thank you for your thought, but I cannot accept your generous gift." She carefully placed the bottle back in dark skinned girl's hand.

"I am a spirit, a ghost, and my pain, my sorrow is the price I must pay for my eternal existence. I cannot escape it or sweeten it, especially not a war torn realm such as this. I would hate to take something that would help someone else so much more, and maybe even take your own memories from you."