Who: Ceridwen and Nicholas Rowland What: Let me help you When: Friday morning Where: Haus of Sausage (that is its official name now, isn't it?) Warnings: Likely very little
Ever since Nicholas had been found, Jesse had taken to texting Ceridwen updates about his condition. It had made her feel terrible that he was suffering so much, and she'd gone to bed trying to think of a way she might be able to help.
It had come to her when she'd woken up the next day. She might not be as powerful as she once was, but the pagans seemed to like her, and she hadn't disappeared yet. So she set about brewing up a potion, though she had to admit, it wasn't the same doing it on the stove. She really missed her cauldron. But at last, it was ready and packed securely in her purse.
Upon arriving at the house, Jesse let her in, and once she explained why she was there, a small, hopeful smile broke out over his face. "You really think it'll help?" he asked.
"I don't see why I can't try," she replied. "Even if it doesn't work, it won't harm him, in any case. And I can always try again, if it doesn't."
Jesse pulled her into a hug, something he was trying to do more lately. She smiled into his shoulder before they broke apart. "Bedroom's up the stairs to the right," he said, heading off to the kitchen. "I'll be down here if you need me."
Ceridwen slipped off her shoes and ascended the stairs, rapping her knuckles softly on the door once she found the right one. "Nicholas?" she called softly. "May I come in?"