Felixa had questions bubbling through her mind like mineral water. But she didn't need to know everything. And she didn't expect Patience to be okay. What she could help with...what Patience wanted her help with...that would do real good. She turned to the side table where she had left the mugs. She took care with her cocoa - used milk, the real kind not skimmed, and there were flavorful spices in the deep chocolate. And the marshmallows, always there for Patience. The mugs were large and charmed to keep the drink from going cold.
Handing Patience the mug, still steaming a little, the witch gently rubbed the back of her friend's hand with her thumb. Patience had been alone last night, but she didn't have to be alone anymore. The potion helped make things much safer, but Felixa wished she were able to help on the full moons. Being alone with something hard and painful just made it worse.
Immediately, Felixa joined Patience sitting down and listened. She didn't know what it was really like to be transformed as a werewolf. "What can you remember of the night?" Felixa asked. If it were nothing, then...it was hard to know. But she would read the Prophet, as well as a muggle paper...search for mention of an animal attack. It wasn't a pleasant idea, but if Patience needed to know, Felixa wanted to help.