Her nightmare crashed down around her again, the feel of the late afternoon sun suddenly too bright and she hissed something wordless, reaching out to take it, fingers barely brushing his skin, like he might burn her, or worse, if she dared more contact again, despite having just drunk a good couple pints of his blood.

Her fingers curled around the ring tightly, and she nodded, not daring to speak for a moment. When she managed to trust her voice again, she rethought her original request. He'd told her, that was good enough. better he didn't go.

She fished out the second packet.

"This is more tea. When you've finished yours...go back. This one's..." She smiled, though it was bitter, and her voice had an odd note, thick with some sort of unspoken emotion. "Samuel's favorite. It's laced with vervain. It won't kill him, but it will incapacitate him. We'll need that. Make sure you get plenty in him, then get out. I don't want him taking control of you again. Meet me back here. I'll...after I get John somewhere safe, I'll come for you. We'll fix this."

God willing, John would know how.