Daria: I-Ily...I-I don't-I'm not really your master...I-I don't own you...no one does, ok?
Daria: I-Ily what's wrong!? H-how do I help!?
Daria nods
Daria: O-ok! I-I'll be right back, ok?
She sprints around the house looking for it
Daria finds the bottle and bursts back into the room
Daria: I-I found it!
Daria: O-oh shit! Well-here!
She hands you the bottle
Daria: P-please be ok...
