Her fingers curled into a fist, nails biting into her palm, but she nodded, a flicker of relief that she'd been right, that he knew where he was running through her, and another of terror that they'd be too late following on its heels.

She pulled out the wrapped packet of loose sprigs of vervain, passing it over.

"Put this somewhere on you. In your pockets, in your belt, in your shoes--wherever. It'll keep you from being compelled again. By anyone." Including her. Though it wouldn't break the one she'd laid, which is why she'd had to break Samuel's. She didn't mention that, of course. She held out the teacup a bit, too.

"When you think you can stomach it, drink this. It's vervain tea. It'll help if he finds the herb on you. Second line of defense." Also poisoned blood, but she didn't say that out loud. Peter knew that. She figured he'd also get it was her way of saying she wasn't taking more of his blood tonight, or whatever. She'd get to the tea for Samuel after they'd gotten to John.

"Take me to John."