[Allen nods decisively, as if he's already gearing to go back into battle, then throws the potion back. The moment it hits his tongue, he makes a disgusted face at the unexpected taste, and like the kid he is, struggles to swallow around it. He wheezes out a breath, tongue lolling out dramatically.]
Bleh.
[He looks to his stomach, as if he expects the feathers to get sucked back in and the wound to close in front of him.]
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Bleh.
[He looks to his stomach, as if he expects the feathers to get sucked back in and the wound to close in front of him.]
How fast is it supposed to work?