Re: May's Cottage: May L / Gwen R
Of course the tea was good for the body. May didn't make it a habit of poisoning the people that came to her for help, especially not when they were so few and far between in recent years. It didn't stop her from noticing that the girl had yet to take a drink. She didn't push it, though it did surprise her (not that any evidence of that was written across her expression). Usually people took the tea as a comfort before they started to talk.
The sight of the flowers that Gwen pulled from her bag made the wrinkles around May's eyes deepen as her expression tightened. Even prepared as slides, she could recognize the colors and shapes, knew (with the girl's talk of flowers) what they were. And part of her braced for the hallucinations to start again, even as processed as they were. Even so, she leaned back when they were set on the table, wariness in the lines of her shoulders.
"You want to know how flowers work?" That was definitely not what May had been expecting, and the question itself was strange. "I suppose just telling you that magic is real isn't going to be enough for you, is it?"