This entire day had Isaiah on edge, wondering if everyone he knew was all right. Finding that Raina had gotten attacked by a demon had only sent those thoughts into overdrive, his own inclination to worry mixed with his angelic blood sent waywire thanks to the demons. Last time, when he'd gotten attacked, he'd been almost glad for it - because he'd rather be the one to suffer the injury rather than his girlfriend, or his siblings, or his parents. Now all the were-falcon could do was sit, and wait, and watch. Neither of those options made him feel better.
He didn't doubt his mother's magic, and he knew that whatever potion she'd made would cure whatever it was that made it so Raina's words weren't coming out as English. And that the bones would heal too, that one he'd seen work a thousand times. Isaiah didn't make a move for the food, though he did offer the plate to his mother, who politely shook her head. Likely, she wouldn't eat until his father was inside and forced her to. And knowing Josiah Williamson, he'd do just that.
Adrie sat back, watching Raina drink down the potion, taking the opportunity to fix her hair, tying back whisps of blond hair back into a ponytail. In that moment she looked older than Isaiah normally saw her, any grey hairs she had mixing in well with the blond strands, but he knew when his mother was exhausted. This day was going to take so much out of all of them, he knew that already.
A minute passed, neither of them saying anything. Finally, Adrie broke the silence with, "How do you feel?" The potion didn't take long to work, but only Raina would be able to tell them yes or no; she couldn't tell just by looking at the woman.