She'd managed to swallow her gasp when she got closer, but it was a close thing. When she'd first met Nicholas, he'd been physically imposing, full of life and vitality. Now, she was wasted and shrunken, and her heart broke for him.
But she'd seen worse things in her time on this Earth, so she took a seat next to him on the bed. "I'm doing well," she told him. "Nothing to complain about, at least. I just wanted to come and see you today, because I made something for you."
She withdrew a small, sealed plastic tube. It was filled with a liquid the color of faded gold, and looked rather innocuous. "I'm not sure how much Jesse has told you of what I am," she began. "And since I'm fond of calling a spade a spade: I'm a witch, or I was, back in the old days. I used to make all sorts of different potions, but not so much after I landed here. Then the pagans found me, bless them, and breathed some life back into me. And now I can make them again, so I thought, who better to give one to than you?"
She held up the tube. "It'll help with the hunger pangs," she explained. "It won't make you any more full, unfortunately, but at least they won't be the foremost thing in your mind anymore. Just a few drops in the morning, and it should help for most of the day."