Akelarre Apothecary Bare Hands. Whole Heart.

This was a kind offer, and a welcome one. She had kept her mom out of her health concerns when she thought she had a human illness, so she was certainly not going to mention psychic stuff.

"That would be nice." Kinda girlfriend-y of her. Or maybe just friend-y. But just friends didn't kiss each other that much. "Wanna be my..." Boldness rose and fell in that sentence. "...emergency contact?"

This was the label she could offer at the moment.

It would be good to have an emergency contact who lived in this state, let alone this county. She and Ava had each other's information, but more would be smart since her roommate was often in class.

Lydia took out her phone and dangled it between them. They'd already exchanged numbers and texted plenty, but this could be another ritual. It felt big-steppy. Trusting.

"I would love to. Promise I'll even run to reach you faster."

She could run fast for Sara. She was pretty sure of it.

Sara snorted.

"Don't concuss yourself though. Only one person at the hospital at the time."

She copied Lydia's number into a new EMERGENCY contact.

"Done."

A little smile.

Lydia followed suit.

"Promise. Ankle twisting at most." Luckily her Speed had been with her long enough that it gave reasonable warning before the injuries escalated. Usually enough time to slow down (if she could afford to).

"Done." Once her own contact list was adjusted. A little smile back.

"Should...I leave you to your car now?" She'd arrived here by bus, after all.

Sara winced sympathetically at the ankle twisting. At least her paralysis sometimes happened when she was sitting, or at least she could feel it coming now and now fall on her face.

"I can drive you home. It's on my way." She offered.

If Lydia saved on bus money, she would have more money for books, which Sara could borrow after.

The Main Maines were going to have a field day. Cute girl "date" to buy witchy herbs, then cute girl drives her home. She'd remained staunchly tight-lipped about the goings-on with Sara despite their incessant badgering. It was easier to resist their demands when she was in a different state. A little easier, anyway.

"That would be lovely, thank you!" It all felt very Austenian, Sara offering to "see her home".

She leaned in, intending a kiss on the cheek in thanks.