Unless their rituals include an attempt to make the heart slow, then yes, perhaps.
[ Claire raises one eyebrow in question before pocketing the foxglove herself. She knows how to use it medicinally. Did Josselyn? Perhaps, but Claire will never know unless they find the woman, or another elder is aware.
Before she can say anything else about the door, Michael is suddenly gone, and Claire blinks, wondering if she's just watched him disappear like the others somehow. She's turned dumbly in a circle as if he'll be in the distance; when the door opens she startles, spinning back around. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, I thought something happened to you.
[ She's an old woman Michael, okay? An old mortal woman, and she presses a hand to her chest for a second as she catches her breath. ]
A warning next time, perhaps?
[ Claire's seen magic, but not anything like that before. Still, she gathers her composure, smooths her hands over her stomach, and marches inside. The smell is musty but not off-putting. At least Claire doesn't smell anything that indicates death or blood nearby. No tell-tale sounds of flies buzzing, and no signs of a struggle. ]
She was trying to keep something out?
[ Claire puts it together with the markings on the door, looking at Michael for confirmation. ]
If so, and you got in, who's to say something or someone else didn't?
no subject
[ Claire raises one eyebrow in question before pocketing the foxglove herself. She knows how to use it medicinally. Did Josselyn? Perhaps, but Claire will never know unless they find the woman, or another elder is aware.
Before she can say anything else about the door, Michael is suddenly gone, and Claire blinks, wondering if she's just watched him disappear like the others somehow. She's turned dumbly in a circle as if he'll be in the distance; when the door opens she startles, spinning back around. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, I thought something happened to you.
[ She's an old woman Michael, okay? An old mortal woman, and she presses a hand to her chest for a second as she catches her breath. ]
A warning next time, perhaps?
[ Claire's seen magic, but not anything like that before. Still, she gathers her composure, smooths her hands over her stomach, and marches inside. The smell is musty but not off-putting. At least Claire doesn't smell anything that indicates death or blood nearby. No tell-tale sounds of flies buzzing, and no signs of a struggle. ]
She was trying to keep something out?
[ Claire puts it together with the markings on the door, looking at Michael for confirmation. ]
If so, and you got in, who's to say something or someone else didn't?