Gwyllgi busted out laughing, as she collapsed on the bed. "Dear, I wasn't making up *any* of it." She replied with a similar tone, putting a particular emphasis on 'dear'. "But... thanks. Even if you thought I was crazy, you went out of your way for me. I appreciate it, Iona. Ah, the spell is 'polypurpose panacea'. I can do other things with it, but in this case, you're not only gonna be drunk as a skunk, but there won't be any hangover. Doesn't dehydrate you, like alcohol." She rose, and walked towards Iona, before laying down on the bed beside her, facing her, head propped up on her elbow. She downed the rest of her 'water' first, and would grin at Iona. "Handy stuff, magic."
From her little perch next to Iona, she could tell the woman really was quite pretty. The blonde shepherd. She grinned, and then slid over, straddling Iona with her legs, and leaning down over her. Iona was quite a bit taller than her, but from here, it was easy to stay face to face with her. She'd kiss her cheek, then press her own forehead to Iona's. "Feel that? I'm a lot warmer than other human's, eh? Like I have a really bad fever. If I were that sick, though, I'd be dying, not even able to stand without falling over. When Odin slapped my ass, and tossed me down here, he seems to have left a rune that disguises my true self. Such a condescending arse..."