He flew them around the clearing once, nowhere near the speeds she knew the nimbus could go. His heart beat steadily behind her, pounding at her back. They slowed over the centre of the field and he handed her a silver spoon. She reached into the beaded bag and pulled out two phials and passed him one. He kept one arm around her and held the phial with that hand then reached down with the other to scoop up the dew. 