She nodded. ‘I think that’s best.’
‘Here,’ he said, and held out a small tin.
She looked at the offering in his hand but made no effort to take it. ‘What is it?’
He picked up her hand, opened her palm and placed the tin in it. ‘Feverfew leaves,’ he said. ‘I know you’re not a believer and I understand you have more reason than most to be suspicious of what I do, but if you take it regularly, as an infusion, it’s great for migraine prophylaxis.’
Madeline stared at the tin for a few seconds and looked up just in time to see him heading out the front door. She opened the lid and then slowly brought it up to her nose to sniff it. It didn’t smell hideous — in fact, it was quite pleasant.
It probably wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.
Still, she suspected not seeing him ever again would be the best prophylaxis of all.