"I've got some basic potions, some water, some clean cloths. I don't know what else I can provide, as I've no clue what's wrong with her. If you need anything, just let me know." She turned and left the room - heading for the kitchen. It wasn't that she was squeamish, far from it. No, she simply did not care to be involved. Susan would heal her, she would wake, offer some vague excuse or (more likely) would simply disappear without a word. Again. Pansy didn't need to see the lead up to know she would have to deal with the aftermath (i.e. a heartbroken husband). Pouring herself a glass of cold juice (desperately longing for a glass of wine), Pansy sat at the kitchen table, staring at nothing, while the others worked to figure out just what the hell had befallen the Golden Girl.