"Oh! Uh... let me look." Jerid digs into his haversack. Watt had nearly talked his ear off about the contents. One of them had to be useful in this situation. His claw wraps around a particular bottle bearing the label Unguent of Timelessness. "This should do the trick." He holds the bottle an inch away from Xylona's palm. "I expect to be compensated for this." Jerid nevertheless places the bottle into her hand.