Peter nodded, running a hand through his hair almost nervously. "Yeah, but I don't know how long he's gonna stay out. I mean, he didn't really drink much before he realized something was wrong. Just, like, a couple of sips."

"It'll have been plenty, I assure you," John answered tightly, nearly spitting the words. He glanced up at the window he knew lead to their room, then back to Lydia. "Where did you leave them, girl? One of us needs to go get those herbs, and if you leave me here with your human, I may accidentally tear his throat out."