"Not unless I fucked up," Gabe declared, plastering a lot more brazen confidence about the impossibility of that into his smile than he actually felt. But he certainly wasn't eager to wander back into the Curse's fucked up little universe. In levering himself up to his feet, Gabe laid a hand on William's and said in passing, "Thanks, man."
Really.
At fully upright he had a moment of dizziness - stood up too fast, that's all. A blink and it passed, and he could shuffle over to the bench and fetch out a little carved sandalwood-and-copper chest. The lid lifted easily - thank fuck, he'd been worried it might require magic for the recognition ward and he'd have to get William to charm it open - and Gabe lifted out a little glass receptacle, trapped in a glittering metal-and-jewelled cage complete with little feet (upon which he set it) and a hinged lid (which he levered open to reveal a little dribble of something royal blue, swirled through with gilded glitter).