Patience was beginning to get a very strong feeling that she wouldn't be allowed to meet John for the full moon. Not that she let her sister make a set of rules for what she could and couldn't do, but her actions did come with consequences. If she went to the forest for the full moon and was followed, she was worried for John's safety - and for her own, since as wolves, they might not be easily distinguishable.
But it wasn't the full moon, and she wasn't being followed; she'd made sure of it. She'd gone to the apothecary to pick up the Wolfsbane, two full week's doses, one for herself and one for John. It hadn't been cheap, but that was alright; she really didn't have much to do with the money she earned, anyway. This was more than worth it.
Apparating to the forest, she landed and carefully checked that the bag she was carrying - and its precious vials - was intact. When she was sure that it was, she looked around, and spotted John. He looked much better than he had before, not just because his wounds were healed, but he seemed to be taking care of himself. The sight made Patience smile.
"Hi," she said, stepping forward. "How have you been, then?"