In the eight hours that he'd been unconscious, Naomi had taken her time to better analyze the vials of poison she'd been delivered. It was during then that she got ideas about antidotes, jotting them down in her journal on the pages that wouldn't be sent to others, and then proceeded to brewing again. Unless their little poison connoisseur decided to really alter another batch, this would be about as close to a panacea she could brew at this time.

Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.

She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.

He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.