Kimya didn't really want to make a love potion, didn't like the concept of them. However, the strange man with the dark aura around him pushed a large amount of money on her, and she'd been running out of supplies. He'd also insisted it was just for research, but Kimya was no fool. She'd planned on making it weak, something that'd wear off quickly.

There was also the fact that she'd never tried to do anything that affected one's personality, one's emotions. That's just abusing magic. But… she was… curious. Was it even possible? There were rumors in ancient tomes, speculation in more recent days. The customer with hair like dried blood didn't specify if it was supposed to be long-term, or how many he wanted, so Kimya took some liberties.

She'd been working on a prototype when she heard a group of people trudging their way through fallen leaves towards her hut. The first to approach her was the one with slim glasses and gravity-defying hair. He seemed to have taken a hit, blood running down the side of his face and clothing scorched. Kimya lifted an eyebrow.

"My wares, do you need?"

The bespectacled man gestured at the prototype she held in her hands. "Five of those, if you will."

"A potion, this is n-" Kimya began, holding it out so that he may inspect it further, but was interrupted when a rather tall man came stomping in.

"Iggy! What's taking so long?!" He boomed, loud voice frightening Kimya. It was still strange to hear human voices in these woods, much less ones so loud (perhaps her stint of not sleeping for 48 hours in favor of working didn't help, either). She fumbled, dropping the prototype, watching 3 day's work go down the drain.

At the last second, 'Iggy' grabbed the vial, stood back up, and smiled sheepishly. "Forgive my friend, he's an enormous brute," He sighed.

Kimya stared as she tried to still her beating heart. This man had just saved her a possible 3 more days of work.

The man from before came over, slapped Iggy hard in the back, and yelled more-so than said, "Iggy, what's up? You got the goods?"

And then, Kimya really did watch her hard work go to waste as her customer squeezed his hand in pain and surprise, crushing her prototype.

The witch of the woods glared at the pair, wondering if it was really all that bad to suddenly up her prices.

"Shit, sorry lady, we'll pay for it, right Igni…s?" The tattooed man looked over at Ignis and went all wide-eyed, going still and silent. The other didn't seem to pay attention, however, and sighed in frustration.

"How much was it?" He asked, pulling out a chained wallet.

Kimya observed the taller one, thinking maybe she could use this to her advantage. She did need a guinea pig, after all.

"Of no cost, it is."

"I'm sorry?" Ignis asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Kimya was about to explain what the man before her had just consumed, but heard more footsteps and thought to be quiet instead of being interrupted again. This time a blonde one came skipping over, closely followed by a slouching ravenette.

"Ignis! I'm dying over here have you got any potions yet?" The blonde stepped up to the unoccupied side of Ignis, causing him to glance over at the gunslinger and lock eyes for a millisecond.

"Patience, Prompto."

At that, Prompto blushed furiously, clutching a hand to his chest and exclaiming, "I'm already dead, aren't I? Is this heaven?"

"What's going on?" The last one pulled Prompto to the side to ask, "Is there a problem?" He first looked at Kimya, who seemed to look troubled and amused at the same time, then switched his gaze over to an even more confused Ignis.

And just like the others, he too fell for the trap, face flushing and uncertain gaze marking the third victim.

Kimya was impressed. The time frame for catching the attention of a target was intended to be very short, as to avoid this very situation. She'd set it to a minute, but still, three other people managed to sneak in. She'd have to work on that in a future version.

Seeing the way the trio were already hanging off Ignis, she decided to ease at least this for him. She gathered up a handful of potions, elixers, and various other vials. She placed them in a burlap sack, handed it over to Ignis, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Smiling kindly, she told him, "Take these, ah- none of that- "She'd seen the way Ignis was about to protest. "In a week, come back and talk about payment, we can."

"Ah, ma'm, I-I can't just take this-"

"On your way, go now," Kimya squeezed his shoulder, pity in her beady eyes.

Already, Prompto was pulling Ignis away, chattering about inane things. The other two would not be outdone, and followed closely. Ignis managed a strangled, "Thanks," and the group was taking their leave.

Kimya stared at them until they rounded the corner of foliage, thinking, Forgive me, astrals above.