"How long?" Lancelot pushes, "since February still? Is it possible it never truly wore off before? I admit, I assumed it had since you seemed... better. The fae I asked told me such a thing was temporary, yet they were not the ones who mixed and made the potions. Perhaps it is even different for each individual, the way medicine can be. Well, it does not matter. If it did not we can look into it."

Fae magic, after all, is so difficult to truly pin down. So changeable, unpredictable. Yet surely something can be done? If they look into it, perhaps asked more specifically for help from the fae even...