#ask leda

Relief washed over him as he stood up upon hearing her question, “Um... a about 12 hours now,” he answered, it was only a guess, time had felt strange while she was out, he looked as if he’d been checking in on her often if his frazzled appearance was anything to go by. “How are you feeling now?” he asked, “Can I get you anything? Food? Water? Hel, hot chocolate if you want” he offered.

The fight between the other two witches started before Ledan could fully process what happened, what he got was that the dark witch he’d been reversing some particularly nasty curses from (which he supposed from Einarr’s perspective was enough of a motive) had attacked him and Ciara had stepped in to defend him. “Wait—” was all he managed to think of to say, not really able to think too clearly in the thick of the moment. He joined in of course, helping the fellow by pushing the man back with his mind, “Are you okay?” he called out to her.

He could just about sense that much himself, but Ledan was by no means a ghost or spirit expert so that was about as much as he could tell without using his magic to ‘encourage’ them into a slightly more visible form, “Do you know why? What’s unsettling them?” he asked, “Would summoning them help or make it worse?”

“It probably sounds strange—” Ledan started, not sure how to explain himself really, “—but I genuinely can’t imagine... not having lived through as much as I have.” he explained, “My history, my memories... they’re my reality, my past, so a lot of it was painful, and they’re certainly not parts of my life I like to relive, but they’re still part of what makes me... who I am. I don’t think it’s possible to be me without them having at least... happened.” he finished, “I... does that make sense?”

Ledan scrambled around a little, fumbling over herbs and tinctures as he worked, hands shaking. “I’m fine.” he insisted, almost to himself as much as Dean as he picked up a lightly glowing purple powder. The hex had clearly started to take a toll on the nephilim, moreso than he was inclined to admit “I’ve just... I’ve not been sleeping well.” he lied. He cleared his throat a little as he added meadowsweet, sorrel, and cinquefoil to the mortar along with the glowing powder before beginning to crush it.

"Look, these guys are major snobs, Dean.” he looked around, Ledan’s tone was hushed so he wouldn’t be heard but he still feigned a slight smile as a lady nodded at him as she passed them, “You look as if you have a sense of humour, that’s enough to stand out here.”.

He lifted off the lid and smelled it, we wasn't entirely sure what a 'holiday hearth' is actually supposed to smell like, but this candle smelt very rich, very strong, and very festive "It's amazing, I love it, Shaye, thank you." he grinned, "I'll burn it in the evening, you know, for he ambiance."

“I do actually have some hot chocolate for guests I can make for you if you like?” Ledan chuckled, “Some of my friends like it so it’s worth having some to make up. Or are we talking coffee shop hot chocolate specifically?”