Stavanger Bay Rot

Oh; oh no. Reverie summoned every ounce of willpower available to her, and managed to still the painful contractions of her throat. She wiped her mouth, took a breath to steady herself, and turned to Blossom with a weak smile.
I'm okay, don't worry, sunshine, She resisted the urge to kiss her on the forehead, aware of the acidic taint to her breath. It's just - well, sometimes, when you take medicine, it doesn't feel very good at first. But in the end it helps. Sometimes; Reverie masked her own cynicism in this regard, because she did not want her daughter to grow up as fearful as she had. She did not want Blossom to be like her.
Reverie beckoned for her daughter to follow, and led her with a gentle touch to where she kept a bit of mint for situations such as this one. But look, She said softly. This is mint, and it's perfectly good. It tastes good, too. Would you like to try it?