[She looks down at the cup one more time before she tips the contents into her mouth. There's a flicker of pink as she licks at one escaped drop and she glances over at him, mouth open to ask him something. The question never comes, however. Her words are stolen before she can utter them, a sharp gasp seizing in her throat.

Pain isn't something she's never dealt with before, but this is something unexpected; the burn close to unbearable.]