A dark brow arched at the question, followed by a faintly humouring smile as she entered the room. Charlie was well aware of her brother’s subtle attempt to change the subject and curb her temper but she allowed for the decrease in tension nevertheless. Sighing and relaxing her shoulders, she released the scolding stiffness that had overtaken her features. In truth, it was a rather welcome change in topic; the mysterious book and MacFarlane’s bizarre behaviour had been rattling in her mind until the sight of Eric’s condition had momentary paused all other concerns. With her passion for foreign oddities and witchcraft-like eccentricities, the events of tonight would doubtlessly keep her up until dawn. She knew her brother didn’t quite share…show more content… While fetching her medical supplies she had pulled her hair up into a messy bun, the wild waves kept at bay from her eyes by several bobby pins to allow her a clear view. In her hands she held a small woven basket overflowing with various bottles and dried herbs. Voodoo may have been considered supernatural hooey by most but anyone who was familiar with the practice also knew that the medicinal knowledge involved was certainly more than effective in cases of healing. It was an art that Charlie had learned very well—in part due to her and her brother’s more wilful…show more content… At first I thought something had gone wrong with one of our shipments but it turned out that he had wanted to speak to me especially. Apparently I’m known for my career in witchcraft as well as my business talents.”
Charlie chuckled breathily at that, pulling away from her brother and searching through the small basket once more. She began swabbing a thin, curved suture needle and surgical thread with the same disinfectant before resuming her position at his side. She took his hand in hers, placing it where her left had been near his hairline to keep the locks from falling forward while she
