We Need to Talk

[Adrian Infusco]

Here came the tricky part.
"I've found a healer who might be able to restore your sight. We've got an appointment today."
It wasn't too much of a lie, was it?

Helping Connor with the rest of the cooking -- while trying not to make Connor feel like a cripple -- and cleaning up after, he then set the table and served them both.

"It's good," he commented halfway through his plate. "I think I'll put you on kitchen detail more often." The last was said with a grin.

[Connor Batten]

He frowned at the mention of a healer who could actually do anything about his sight, not really so confident that such a thing was even possible.  Hadn't Mitchell said that there were no witches who could manage it?  

But he'd found one.  

Connor was almost afraid to hope everything was going to be fine, especially since he'd actually gotten to the point where he was coping better.  "As long as you do clean-up detail, I don't mind cooking," he agreed lightly, catching the humor in the other hunter's voice and working with it, even if he wanted to ask more about this healer.

[Adrian Infusco]

"That's a fair deal, I guess," Adrian replied with a smile.


After they'd both finished eating, Adrian didn't bother with washing the plates. He could do that later. Right now, Connor's eyes were more important.

"Ready to go, then?" he asked cheerfully, putting on his coat. He was trying really hard not to think about what Connor would say when he realized where they were going, not to mention about what Papa Aristide would demand of him.

Just as he did that, his cell phone rang. Diana. It had to be.
"Yes?"

"We're on our way over," Diana's voice said on the other end. "Come on down."

"Of course. We'll be there in five minutes, ten at the most."
After all, he couldn't predict the traffic. Diana hang up without saying anything more, and part of him felt... hurt. As if she was angry with him, which she wasn't really. It was just business, the way it should be right now.

"Come on then, Connor," he told his friend, cheering himself up.

[Connor Batten]

Who had Adrian been talking to?  Who else was in on this?  "Adrian, where are we going?  Doc Mitchell said that there were no witches who could heal this," he pointed out, feeling just suspicious enough to worry.  He didn't trust supernaturals as a general rule, and though Adrian was usually an exception there, he didn't know anything about this 'healer'.

"Who was that on the phone?"  More than likely, it was the healer, but he didn't know that, nor did he know who the healer was supposed to be.  

[Adrian Infusco]

"A friend of mine, who offered to help me with a detail," Adrian replied. "The healer needed some additional components that I didn't have time to get, so Diana did that for me."

He looked at Connor.

"Are you sure he didn't just say that there were no Macht or Triste witches? This one's not of our kind."

And with that, he opened the door, indicating with that sound that it was time to leave.

[Connor Batten]

He didn't respond at first, simply thinking about it all for a moment.  What other sorts of witches were there, other than Macht or Triste?  Really, he wasn't sure of a Triste would have been able to do the job, though they'd been unable to hunt one down.  They weren't exactly the easiest to find.  

He started moving towards the door, using his hands to avoid furniture on the way, but he still wasn't so sure about this.  "If it's not a Triste or Macht, then what kind of witch is it?"

When he reached the door, he immediately felt around for the cane he'd been using to avoid running into things on the street and sidewalks.