Jaenelle listened, igniting a ball of witchflame under the cauldron to bring the water within to a boil. The web would come later, but right now, a good restorative brew and some decent rest was what Cathy needed. Jaenelle took a quick sip of her own tea before setting it on the air beside her, away from her work table, where it would be quickly forgotten as she began her work.
A thin knife was used to chop herbs fine enough for the brew. She seemed to take them from her jars and cases at random, but each was carefully selected for its restorative properties to combat the effects of illness and weariness on Cathy.
"Have the dreams changed in the last month? The matter, the potency?"