<div style="text-align: justify;">Arianna was still shaken, but now that the men were gone - at least for now, as she didn’t really think they would be gone for good -, she was starting to calm down and become more like herself again. Once she had Moira in her arms, Arianna felt her heartbeat come back to a steady pace. Her child was in her arms, she was safe now. <br/><br/>Smiling at Ingrid, the young witch nodded when she said they were there for breakfast and to take some for her husband and son. That wasn’t uncommon, and Arianna was used to that. “Great, I’ll make sure they have something warm and delicious to eat, so I’ll make it fresh once you’re done”, she offered with a smile. “By the way, you and me. Dinner, just tell me when”, she added with another smile. Arianna really did like Ingrid’s company, the other witch had been really great to her after her husband had left, and Arianna now considered her a good friend.<br/><br/>When Kurt basically ordered her to hand over the baby - Arianna knew it was a request, and a kind one at that, but Kurt’s tone always made everything sound like an order -, Arianna pondered for a moment. Having Kurt try to help her in the kitchen would probably be almost as dangerous as having the werewolves around, so the young woman chose to hand little Moira over to the man. “Yeah, <span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>, you stay away from my kitchen”, she replied, allowing the sheriff to hold her baby. “You have just saved me from a pretty unpleasant situation, but that doesn’t mean I will let you burn my Inn to the ground”, Arianna completed with a smile.<br/><br/>Despite her comment, Arianna would have allowed Kurt anything he wanted. She considered everyone in town - at least everyone who didn’t follow the Wizard - a good friend, but there was a stronger bond of friendship she felt with the sheriff. For different reasons, they were both lonely creatures at heart. He was lonely because of his curse, which made him dangerous to be around. As for herself, she had lost her parents, her sister had turned a dark witch, and her husband had been prevented from coming back into town, leaving her to fend for herself with their child. It was easy to understand someone else’s loneliness when yours threatened to swallow you whole the moment you had no company to keep your mind off things. <br/><br/>When Charlotte said she wouldn’t charge her for the items she had brought, Arianna was about to protest. What shut her up was the older woman’s comment about payment for a consultation. That alone caused her to nod. “Very well”, she replied, wondering what said consultation would be about. Despite her curiosity, Arianna knew better than to ask what the matter was in the middle of all these people. She knew Charlotte wasn’t really keen on the whole thing with witches, so it should probably be something serious. <br/><br/>While little Moira let out some giggles at being tickled, her mother moved to the kitchen to start work on breakfast, looking through the strategically placed window so she could see and hear what was going on outside. Knowing that Charlotte’s offer of help might mean more than simple kindness, Arianna decided all she had to do was accept it. “Thanks, T.T., I really appreciate it”, she replied while already moving around to set down all of the ingredients she would need before starting with the process of cooking what everyone had ordered.</div>