"Of course." Felix inclinded his head toward her having expected that option.

Then she thanked him. "You are very welcome, Miss Fawcett." Felix said genuinely. "If you should ever need my help it is yours."

He stood and took the decorative jar off the mantle holding it out to Miss Fawcett, the emerald power shifting inside. "Would you mind writing me a note when you reach home?" His natural curiosity would wonder if not, he justified, "Just so I know you arrived safely?" And didn't catch fire again or anything so drastic.