There was no point to make. Just Nancy being Nancy. She was a kind woman, who, if she took a liking to you, cared as much as she could. Nancy Fagin, everyone's mom at eighteen. Even Kenzi, and that girl was 7 or so years older than her.
"I can do coffee, then," she says, and starts to put a pot on. If he wants coffee, it's easier to drink it herself as well. She busies herself around the kitchen as she listens to Stiles. "Really? Bloody- that's awful. I'm just glad you're alright, didn't wander into the Thames or traffic or worse. You're really lucky, I hope you know."
Maybe there was some sort of talisman she could make for him. Something to stop the sleepwalking. Or at least, keep him confined to his grandparents'. Once he left, she'd get to researching. "But he was right to install locks, your father sounds like a smart man." She smiles tightly.
"I hope you don't mind, but I just healed you completely last night. It was easier than waiting, and I didn't really want you to bleed on my couch. If that's not alright, I promise I won't do it again." But it was healing magic. that had to be okay, right?
Nancy presses the 'go' button on her coffee maker. "Right, so we've got coffee. What else're you going to want? Cereal? I could do pancakes, I'm sure I've got bagels somewhere... You're the guest, so you best decide."
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"I can do coffee, then," she says, and starts to put a pot on. If he wants coffee, it's easier to drink it herself as well. She busies herself around the kitchen as she listens to Stiles. "Really? Bloody- that's awful. I'm just glad you're alright, didn't wander into the Thames or traffic or worse. You're really lucky, I hope you know."
Maybe there was some sort of talisman she could make for him. Something to stop the sleepwalking. Or at least, keep him confined to his grandparents'. Once he left, she'd get to researching. "But he was right to install locks, your father sounds like a smart man." She smiles tightly.
"I hope you don't mind, but I just healed you completely last night. It was easier than waiting, and I didn't really want you to bleed on my couch. If that's not alright, I promise I won't do it again." But it was healing magic. that had to be okay, right?
Nancy presses the 'go' button on her coffee maker. "Right, so we've got coffee. What else're you going to want? Cereal? I could do pancakes, I'm sure I've got bagels somewhere... You're the guest, so you best decide."