Theo's back was to her as he carefully measured out what looked like St. John's Wart on a brass scale. She sat herself carefully on a stool by the door, gazing at his back as she willed some life, some color into her face and her voice before he turned and spotted her. When several moments passed and he didn't seem to register her presence, she cleared her throat. He didn't startle, though his hands did hesitate briefly before he slowly sprinkled the flower into the bubbling cauldron in front of him.