"Still," she muttered to herself, "that medicine is the only cure I know of. If the owner of this shop can't acquire the ingredients or back-engineer the formula..."
Stalfos, stalfos. Everybody, stalfos. So, you won't be here anymore.
Vina shook her head. The voice still sounded faint, but it was getting stronger. The seal she'd cast was never designed to work against such a curse, and was developed by sages anyway. Magic or not, she wasn't a sage.
But, sage or not, if she couldn't find a cure here, she'd probably have to create her own...