Struggling to a half-seated position, complete trust lights Narcissa's face as she reaches for the potion her spore-addled brain takes for assistance. The effects are felt quickly enough, her nose wrinkling in distaste as the liquid passes over her tongue, and it's mere moments for her brow to smooth as her headache recedes a little.

"Thank you."

Had it truly been a simple headache potion, she'd be sitting upright. As it is...

"I think-- I think I shall lie here... for a moment, before--"