Patience nodded. How could she explain that this was completely different in her sister's eyes than hers? She was most concerned with the fact that she'd survived, could adjust her life if need be.
"I'm alright," she said. "I'm an herbologist, I sell to potions masters - well, mistresses, really, I'll get them to help me. I can get enough for two. More, even - I'll figure out how, get them to teach me if I have to."
She didn't want anyone else getting hurt. Not anyone like her, or werewolves either. She couldn't do much to stop her sister when she came to Patience's defense, except assure her that she was alright. Her sister wouldn't like the offer she was making, but it would solve the same problem, just in a different, peaceful way.
"I don't know how to get them to you, though," she said. "Without making it worse. Is there somewhere - I could leave them?"