"That's him," Hecate said, laying a hand on the car as though she could create some sort of shield around it. She was reluctant to reveal what she'd done to anyone just yet, but Morgan, well... it stood to reason that Morgan would see right through the spell.
Speaking of spells... Hecate opened the bottle, breathing in the fresh herby smell that wafted from the neck. It tasted good - not perhaps in flavour, exactly, but it tasted very good for her. She nodded her approval at Morgan, as, from under the car, a sharp bark warned the stranger to keep back. "He won't come out from under there," Hecate explained, exhausted, rather than irritated. "It's his car, I thought perhaps we could drive it back. I'm... reluctant to separate him with anything he finds familiar."