['Shimmer,' he repeats the word in his mind. The name indeed does something more out of witch's cook book than a proper medicine. It would also explain the strange purple coloring. But it's fine. Richard's learned not to turn his nose up at the concoctions from other worlds and such.

Richard hummed thoughtfully, remembering Silco mentioning something about Jinx arriving on death's doorstep before and going for drastic measures to save her life. So, this was it? A part of him thinks that it might have been greater mercy to let the girl just die, if that was the case - he couldn't even begin to fathom what it must be like to live with the shimmer running in her veins, tainting her blood and tears. But then again, he can't fault the man for wanting to save the girl with all he got. From what he had gathered, Jinx was 'the light' to Silco.

Meanwhile Richard's is...]

In any case, it is a fortune that you have it here with you. I can't have you dying on me just yet. [He says, a teasing grin tugging the corners of his lips as he reached to grab his discarded glove.] What did you have in your mind for tonight? It almost seems like you were preparing for quiet night inside. [The novel and whiskey had not gone amiss. ]