So her curiosity had already been piqued by the use of charcoal for whatever purpose Dula needed it for. The daughter of Ymiden had no plans to ever become an alchemist. But considering how long her natural life would turn out to be, she was keen on always learning new things. She certainly had the time for it after all. And so she studied the golden vial with a particular interest. The fact that Dula didn't know exactly what the stuff was, and only how she'd come by it...Eliza had to admit that was a little concerning. Was there a way to lessen the chances of something, anything, going badly? Just in case.
But it appeared that the woman knew what she was doing, and was wisely aware of her own mortality. Which was a very good thing. Eliza could relate. She'd rather not be burnt up or blown to bits either in the name of art or science. So trusting that Dula would be careful, Eliza quietly observed. Watching every step with interest but not wanting to distract the alchemist with questions or comments. But then it seemed that something more was needed. "My ink?" she asked. Of course she could grasp the concept without inquiring about the nuts and bolts of the process. At any rate, the request made sense. Though even a few drops of the ink that she had could go quite a ways.
It was a sacrifice. But the potential of what she might receive in return, made it feel more than worth it. She smiled and nodded after only a trill's hesitation, and reached down to dip into the leather satchel that she'd brought with her. Then she lifted out the small bottle of silver ink and handed it to Dula. "I'm in," she said.
