Abasdarhon's Castle

This is not an answer to the question regarding mental essence.

"It's her own fault; she should have asked him about potions, not about how his parents locked him in the basement," Cassmetra snorted, although she herself wanted to know the answers to the questions that the inexperienced structuralist was asking.
"I think it's my fault now," the ailing Maylin said with difficulty. "We started chatting about the fact that some people insultingly call him a murderer. In fact, it all started with a simple question, which led to a long conversation... And then we both realized that we had chatted so much that we had forgotten about our work. That's when it was time to pay for the love potion, and at the same time, Brogritz gave me this gift. And neither of us had time to clarify all the details."
Despite her poor condition, the girl tried to speak as convincingly as possible so that Kristoll would not suspect anything, and she would not have to waste time and energy on subduing him. Of course, Cassmetra would be happy with this arrangement, but for some internal reason, Maylin did not want to influence the mind of the alchemist, who was already having a hard time.
"Maybe he thought I would guess to ask you about the specifics of these potions? Oh, but I, the fool, didn't even think about it; I just emptied the vial at night after a meal, like a regular medicine... And what should I do now? How can I collect the plants you need?"
Maylin didn't even notice how she burst into tears from her own helplessness in the presence of the young man.