Can I Be of Assistance?

As soon as Rizz entered his hut, he sprinted behind the curtain. He stared at his remaining jars of brews. 

"Three salves, four cleansers, and six painkillers. But I can tell Gillee has no clue how to portion this between bottles." 

Rizz sighed. He wasn't made to find the bottles filled almost to the brim in most cases. It would be better for travel in most cases. However, Rizz would definitely have to take that into account should he try to sell any. 

"Portioned more accurately, this is probably five salves, about seven or eight cleansers, and maybe a dozen shots of painkiller–"

Knock, knock!

"Saint! Do you need any help?"

"Come on in, Gillee!" Rizz shouted, opening the curtain to see her. "Got any room in that basket?"

She nodded and threw the cover aside. "There's some room. But let me go grab you an empty one. I'll be right back!"