After the complete mood killer waste of time at the high school this morning - which Jane knew was itself a fallacy because she'd tried to help the people out there waiting for something and that had to count for not wasting time - in the afternoon Jane decided that rather than going back there, since there was only so much despair and doubt she could take, she would head to Many Paths, get herself some ingredients and work on becoming a better witch. It was all she had these days, truth be told.
She hadn't even had lunch, and for a while she thought she wasn't that hungry. If she'd stopped by The Mudhouse before doubling back to Many Paths it was only because there was a difference between feeling like eating and being hungry, physically. Jane had eventually realized she was suffering from the latter rather than the former, and bought herself a pastry and some coffee to go just so her stomach would stop grumbling. Coming back down the street, just as she was about to cross the road, Jane noticed one of the owners of Many Paths standing there right across her shop looking a little distraught, or maybe just exhausted to fuck. Jane wasn't very sociable but these two ladies had been nothing but nice and helpful to her, it would be rude to just walk right by one of them into her shop without stopping. "Hey..." She said quietly. "Willow, right? You alright?"