Spike nods.  Malasha has already been quietly gathering the little stoneware flasks of replenishment potions, and the special soap.  She puts the bag into Spike's hand.   "Sit by the fire, sweet William.  Look into the flames.  It will calm you."  She tosses a handful of fragrant herbs and resins into her fireplace, and Spike just nodded, settling on the flagstones.<br/><br/>Malasha turns to Raven.  "Come dear.  Need to pick your blade."<br/><br/>She takes her to a backroom, opening a cabinet filled with blades, everything from short daggers to full-out swords and axes, all carved with runes and symbols.