The door opened on its own. Tia was finishing some last-minute preparations. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be leaving - too long had she been cut off from the sea. Far too long. So much of that time had passed quietly, as the unobtrusive Tia Dalma stayed away from making her mark upon the world. But the legacy of her would survive. She knew that now.
Tia Dalma turned towards the door as it creaked open. She was wrapping cloth around some jars before placing them in a large box, each one treated with individual care.
"Dere you are, me love," she said, smiling warmly at Willow. "I was jes' finishin' up in here."