By the time Korin finished, Telmé was so cold he felt like he could cheerfully jump into a fire and stay there a few hours. "What now?"
"Now you drink this, and then stop talking," Korin said, discarding the large bowl and picking up the smaller one. Telmé started to ask, but Korin explained before he could. "This will help with the transformation; you're going to feel pain, but it won't be as bad. Drink all of it."
Taking the bowl, Telmé obediently drank every drop. It was sweeter than he had expected, sort of like watered down wine mixed with honey, with herbs or something to add a faint bite. He handed the bowl back, pretending not to notice that Korin's hand were shaking as he took it.