"Also more holy water," George said, holding up the 24-ounce plastic jug. "To help give the wards a little more oomph."
George had stopped by Joey's previously, painting the ward sigils with holy water and pouring some of his power into them. He was hoping Patrick would help out with re-applying them; in terms of raw power of belief, Patrick had more than just about any of them.
He offered Joey a tight, closed-off smile. He didn't look much better today than he had the last time George stopped by. It wasn't the first time George cursed the fact that his talents lay in combat rather than healing, but the feeling was still as strong as ever.