With the bandage in place, Adrie sat back a little and murmured one last incantation in Latin. "There," she said, blue eyes flicking up to Raina's brown ones. "It's not instantaneous, I'm afraid, but within the next half an hour, the bones will be healed. You'll want to leave the brace on overnight, just to make sure nothing moves out of place before the spell's completely finished working."
There was a tiredness in the older woman's eyes now; Adrie had been working a lot of magic in a short period of time. Though she was used to it, though having Caspian around made it easier to work each spell, the day was going to take its toll on her sooner or later. Getting up, Adrie went over to check on the small pot on the altar. "This is ready," she said, as Isaiah came back into the room, plate of food in hand. She took Raina's cup and rinsed it out, before lading a cupful of the potion into it. It bubbled a little as she did so, the mixture warm, smelling faintly of honey, just one of a myriad of ingredients.
Isaiah took a seat next to Raina on the couch. "Crackers?" he offered, not at all hungry himself, but he knew better than to say that fact out loud. It would only make his mother worry about him more, and Isaiah didn't want to add anything to Adrie's stress level at the moment. "It was the easiest thing I could find that didn't require me to fire up the stove or anything. Later, I'll make something better." And tonight, when he couldn't sleep, Isaiah might well find himself in the kitchen again, making bread or some other time consuming project, keeping his hands busy so he didn't get lost in thinking too much.
"Have a few," Adrie suggested, coming to join them, cup in hand. "The purifying potion's ready. This should give you your voice back." She paused, "Well, your English back, I should say." She passed the cup back to Raina. "It might not taste as good, I'll admit that, but it'll work."