[OPEN] Delirium Tremendous

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Keeping herself occupied with the vials is far easier than dealing with whatever trauma or reticence causes the man to flinch from her hands. She is an apothecarist, not a mind healer. No matter the kindness in her soul or her innate desire to help others, Evie is far from a counselor. She could scarcely get her own mind and affairs in order. So, no. As much as she'd like to inquire as to his burden, perhaps lift the weight off his shoulders if it dragged him down, she instead says nothing. He doesn't seem the type to respond well her to naturally effervescent personality, so instead she worries her lip between her teeth and sets her sharp eyes on the labels. They are faded with time and age, and she can't help but run a finger across the familiar handwriting, remembering when she had first set up her apothecary and she had thrust the task at Sam to conceal her own lack of knowledge. A lack she had made up for in her time away, hiding from the wave of change that had overtaken the dome. With little else to do she had buried herself in books in the Wordsworth family home, adamant that she improve her skills. Rory's assistance had given her freedom to exercise her magic, but there were many days she could not help but shiver at the usage. It still felt like a taint. Shaking herself from her thoughts she hustles over to the still-unnamed man. How rude first of all. But at least he doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Helpful, when it comes to treating a patient. "We don't have names for anything but the common stuff, y'know like colds and winter fevers. The symptoms I can treat though, no fancy names needed," she declares with a whirl, bright grin on her face at the looming prospect of treatment. Nimble fingers pluck a few vials from the bunch, whirling around to stride out of the room briefly and hustle back with a steaming cup of water. Into it she drops the extracts in her hand - echinacea, chamomile leaves, and oregano. Not the best tea combination, but the man would have to drink it down nonetheless. After a moment's deliberation Evie decides to take pity on the man and drops some peppermint extract in as well, if only to liven the taste. She brandishes it at Abasi like it's the key to immortality, smile beaming. "Here ya go! It has echinacea extract for the cold. Even if you have no fever, the chills and clammy skin fit the mold. Some chamomile to relax you and help you sleep, which is the best healing there is. And just a little oregano extract, in case any of it is internal or food related," she clarifies with ease, bright eyes watching Abasi and awaiting his decision. With how she'd clearly displayed every ingredient before letting it steep, she hopes it earns his trust enough to take the cup from her hand and drink it down. And then comes the 'main event'. Evie places the cup on the exam table just in case Abasi doesn't take it from her hand, and reaches for the next item. A small jar is unscrewed, and Evie tries not to let her dismay appear on her face at having to come up with an excuse again. "This is a wax from peppermint leaves and rosemary, it will help with the clammy skin and will help you breathe easier too as it soaks into your skin. I uh...do you mind if I apply it?" And here it is, the question of the day. Evie isn't sure if her magic can work without the touch of her hands - all she knows is that it's easier to visualize it as working through her touch. Practicing it seems too dangerous with how she has yet to reveal it to even her closest friends. If Abasi didn't accept, she'd have to at least try, and if it didn't work then she would have to put faith in her concoctions.