[ Magic in general isn't Claire's specialty at all, but she's always been good at putting context clues together. With the blood, combined with the locked door, she glances at Michael. ]
If blood was needed to lock the door, then I wonder if only blood can open it.
[ Maybe whatever's happened has to do with what's behind that door. Guarded so strongly it's protected by blood. With nothing else to be done about it for now, she turns to rifle through the kitchen, looking for signs that Josselyn meant to go out as she normally does, or if she'd left abruptly. Opening a cabinet, at first, she isn't sure what she's looking at but then, she startles and reaches in, pulling out a bottle. ]
I think I found the blood. And something else.
[ Turning, she shows Michael the small bottles in her hand. One with thick, red-wine blood, and the other with a finger inside, cut where it met the hand, the nail black. It's quite clearly been preserved, at least to Claire's unmagical eye. ]
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If blood was needed to lock the door, then I wonder if only blood can open it.
[ Maybe whatever's happened has to do with what's behind that door. Guarded so strongly it's protected by blood. With nothing else to be done about it for now, she turns to rifle through the kitchen, looking for signs that Josselyn meant to go out as she normally does, or if she'd left abruptly. Opening a cabinet, at first, she isn't sure what she's looking at but then, she startles and reaches in, pulling out a bottle. ]
I think I found the blood. And something else.
[ Turning, she shows Michael the small bottles in her hand. One with thick, red-wine blood, and the other with a finger inside, cut where it met the hand, the nail black. It's quite clearly been preserved, at least to Claire's unmagical eye. ]