“Do you see that?” She pointed at the green swirling smoke in the center of her projected abdomen, “That is an aura protecting your baby. The father has magic I presume?”
Eir nodded knowingly, but didn’t ask anything else, instead, she turned and started rifling through the numerous jars that lined the walls. “This one you should take now, it will help with the nausea.“ She shook a bottle with a light pink liquid, "This one,” Now she shook a bottle of dark blue potion at Eliza, “Will help with the strain of the magic in your body; it will be daunting on your systems since you don’t have magic yourself.”
Eliza took both bottles from the healer, unstoppered the bottle with the potion to help with the nausea and took a quick swallow; and sighed in relief as her urge to vomit subsided as soon as it hit her stomach.