He shrugged, then signed, ‘I’ve never felt like a healer, at least not for arcana. So, I am going to work with the Earth-healers. Our job is to restore and regrow what we use.’

That made me smile. ‘You’re going to be perfect for that. What about Ava?’

‘Earth-healers are not only Cups, though they mostly are. But Ava is joining us.’ He leaned down and petted Rootbeer’s head. She was focused on the room around us, back into work mode to guard her owner. ‘Float too.”

I reached out and squeezed his arm, then signed, ‘I hope I can help somehow.’

But he was shaking his head already. ‘You are supposed to be helping your Coven-mates . . . with your potions.’

I groaned and threw my hands up, then signed, ‘I don’t know how. I can’t even remember what the symbols were.’

He frowned and pursed his lips. “One step at a time. Close your eyes,” he said softly.

“I will humor you, O’Brien.” I shut my eyes and waited.

“Okay, you didn’t eat lunch, so are you nauseated?” I must’ve made a face because he chuckled. “Right, so think about the nausea you feel and why you can’t eat, really feel what you feel, then push your magic out and let it show you what you need.”

I opened my eyes and stared up at him.

“Like at fairy fountain?” He smirked. “You’re humoring me, remember?”

“Okay, but if I make a mess or hurt people, it’s your fault⁠—”

Seamus cursed, which he didn’t do often. Then he whistled really loud, which made me open my eyes to look. He waved his hands at everyone in the room, then held my left arm up for everyone to see my Mark. “Frankie is the Tower. She needs to try some magic. So, if you can all just keep your heads up for a minute while we try something? Not sure what it’ll do.”

All at once, every single student ducked under their worktables, then gave the thumbs-up.

“I don’t know how I feel about this reaction.” I chuckled and closed my eyes again. “Okay, here we go. Feeling what I feel for what I need.”