Green Glass Bulb of Eyebright

Puck splashed his hands clean in a bowl; he was mixing tinctures when they came knocking at his door. Foresight had already beckoned - the Master had called upon his abilities for healing, bringing him into the sleeping city to be of service.

He quickly assessed the impatience and indifference from this man, who clumsily drew out a single coin to offer him, which Puck politely refused. He then questioned him briefly to elaborate his purpose awaiting its revelation.

Next, he asked the fellow's company to go wait outside, and guided the blind man to a wooden seat that creaked as he nervously idled from side to side.

In his left hand Puck held a pale green glass bulb of eyebright, and through his right the vitality effervesced supernaturally with a brilliance exceeding the sunlight in that room. Of course the stranger could not see the Fey man tend to him and the brilliance that he evoked.

Puck traced the cross ever gently over his tempered brow and this action soothed him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series