(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br/>Name: Anduin Fordring<br/>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br/>Location: Halliwell kitchen<br/>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br/>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br/>Content: Taking hold of an out stretched hand of a witch in need.<br/><br/>Anduin had spent the night while the Halliwell children slept just getting to know a bit more about his charge. Plus he did some reading of his own. He liked to read and he had done so in the mansion's attic until sunrise. It was something had had made a habit of doing when he got a new charge. He always liked to find a good spot and watch the sun rise. It was a new day, a new charge and a new challenge. So he had stood on the second tower of the Golden gate bridge watching the sun rising in the east. It was he felt a good way to start things off.<br/><br/>After the sun had crested the horizon he had let himself soak it in before looking over in the direction of the Halliwell manor. There was a bit of fog coming in but by about mid morning the sun would have warmed it enough to burn it all away. So he decided to orb into a small coffee shop he knew that was run by a local witch and get himself a cup of the brew. He knew her whitelighter and she had always kept a pot filled in the back closet where one could get at it. “Mug.” he said orbing in another aged treasure of his. A lovely made and well worn old ceramic mug. The cracked and faded blue outside bellied it's faded gray interior. Which itself was long since stained brown from the number of cup of coffee he had drunk from it. He then reached to grab a muffin when he heard a call. He grinned again before reaching forward and snagging two muffins from the basket and orbing away.<br/><br/>He orbed into the room with Roselyn. “Well now lets see. Holding the hand of a witch who needs a little bit of moral support? I think that qualifies as helping under the Whiterlighter's hand book.” he said with his grin as he set the mug and the muffins down before taking hold of her hand in his own. He made sure the hand he grabbed hers with was the one that had been holding the warm mug of coffee. So the warmth of the mug transferred to her hand. “Now then maiden fair with thine hand in mine make thy leap of faith.” he said in a slightly hammy fashion. However his smile was always on his face trying to help her along the way.