"How's Shana?" He asks politely, settling on the couch at my silent ordering.
"She's fine, she'll probably come up here after her shift to scold you on not sleeping." Mae tells him bluntly, noting how he winces.
She checks him over, using magic as well in the case that she misses anything.
"You need to take walks in the sun more often." She scolds him. "And actually try to sleep, it doesn't count if you just close your eyes for a couple of minutes and get back up."
He only chuckles nervously at this. "Yes ma'am."
Mae glares at him, unimpressed. "That was what you said last time, I made a potion of sorts but it's not a cure which means it'll just help you sleep but you have to actually try as well." She gets up at this. "Honestly with how little you care for yourself if you weren't a Werewolf you would have crashed since."
A loud thumping sound alerts their attention to the office they had just left, Mae shares a look with Jaxon.
