It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

Rowena was already steering Helga toward the door when she suddenly protested on account of her children. Finding patience that was rare with anyone other than those close to her heart, she patted her best friend's hand. "Helga dear, they are safe and sound with your sister," she explained gently. "Try to remember. They are staying with her while we start this endeavor. Come now, it's time for bed dear heart."

Looking over her friend's head at Godric, she gave him a nod to proceed, hoping that Helga wouldn't put up more of a fight. She didn't want to have to force the woman into her chambers because that seemed cruel in some ways and also because wrangling a drunk person was incredibly difficult as she had learned growing up in the highlands.

Carefully she maneuvered her friend out the door of the staff room and down the hall on the way toward her chambers. It was slow going but Rowena was strangely thankful for that. It would give her time to break away to fetch the potion needed and return to her side before they got to their destination. In fact, about halfway there she gently released Helga's arm and kissed the other woman's cheek, promising to return swiftly before cutting down a different hallway to hit up the infirmary.