a man of great pride wouldn’t often seek someone’s help. in fact, he would almost never seek anyone’s help, not feeling it necessary to depend on others for----well----anything. but he would go to giselle from time to time when he wanted company, or if he needed some supplies for his potions, or healing. she was versatile and kept their interactions discreet. he appreciated it. he wrote her an owl telling her to come to his place, no immediate rush but as soon as she got the owl would be ideal. he had a few stubborn wounds that wouldn’t heal just right, and------well----quote frankly the potions master wanted company. but he would never admit that. hearing a knock on his door he gets up, looks down and sees her. ‘ come in. ’ is all he said, gesturing vaguely.