There was a good deal of trust that Raina silently extended to both Isaiah and his mother. Trusting that she would be safe in their family home, trusting not only in the magical abilities of a woman who she had only known through her fledgling years as a teacher, but in the intentions behind them. In a man she had been dating only a matter of weeks, and had had a less than spectacular introduction to a friend of his only a few short days before. And still? She did. Raina trusted Isaiah in his belief that his mother would be able to repair what was wrong with her ability to speak, as well as her wrist, shoulder and ankle.
It didn't mean that Raina's wide brown eyes did not follow the movement of her wrist held carefully in the older blonde woman's hands, or that her ears did not try to focus on what the woman spoke. Latin was not anything she had studied, and it was too quick and flowing for the Elemental to follow. The flow of spoken script seemed to wrap around the damaged joint, and Raina could feel the warming of the injury. Not an unpleasant warming, but strange all the same.
She glanced back over at Isaiah when he retrieved the bottle as his mother directed, even when she herself took the cup with the unknown potion in its depths. While watching the interplay between the two, with the cup in her uninjured hand.
Although she did not particularly want Isaiah to go, even the short distance downstairs, just then, Raina nodded to tell him that she was fine with him leaving for a short while. That she trusted his mother's word that they were safe where they were, and proved it by lifting the cup to her lips and drinking down the small amount.