"I will do so swiftly - may the Iron Deity bless everyone with good health." After a quick prayer, Poropo received his portion of the healing nectar and began going from person to person - most were apprehensive, some were too weak to resist, but all eventually succumbed to the monk's kindness.
"...I want to take Father Jared's medicine...you are not Father Jared..." was a common response. These interactions hurt Poropo a little every time, but healed whenever the monk successfully convinced a sick patient to drink the nectar anyway.
"I am not Father Jared, I am Monk Poropo - he gave me this medicine because he trusts me. Please, do as Father Jared did - trust me with your well-being." The kind monk's response was altered from person to person, just to shakes things up - doing the same thing might get people to mistrust so the clever monk changed his responses to suit the wants of his patient.
After many hours of giving out medicine, Poropo was feeling exhausted himself. Father Jared, either due to experience or a closer tie to the sick people, seemed perfectly able to keep giving out nectar. Father Jared walked up to Poropo and gave him a vial, "here, drink this - it will give you the strength you need to keep going."
Poropo drank the vial without hesitation and felt a bit of his energy reserves well up, as if added to like water to an empty container.