Setting the box down on the table, Cissa wiped her forehead and poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the table before sitting down and resting. It wasn't easy lugging a box full of potions and little girl's dresses to the visitation room from her unit, but she was happy to do it. Alyssa was growing more and more each day, so she was always having to make new dresses or jumpers or things like that. And it seemed the hospital needed more and more potions every day.
The past few weeks had been wonderful for her, more than she'd expected anyway. They were able to rescue her wedding dress (after much begging and pleading), and she was eternally grateful. It hung in the back of her wardrobe, pristine as ever. She would look at it occasionally, before she went about brewing potions or making clothes for her daughter.
Now all that was left was to wait for Neville and Alyssa to come visit her and give them the items.