"Third pocket on the back. Yes, that's the one! Go! Go!"
Nolwenn's attention being occupied with guiding Ondros to the potentially life-saving potion in her pack and it's administration, it would take her cell-mate nothing short of grabbing her by the shoulder to turn her focus elsewhere. The wizard stands up to get a better view, and hope flutters in her chest as the tiefling pours the potion into Draelin's mouth.
Come on, come on. If he's using the potion then he must still be alive...