Her mood was still sour but it did lighten the second she reached the bottom of the stairs inside the case, Newt was patiently waiting for her, his blue coat off his back revealing his bronze coloured waistcoat and Jacob was sitting down, sweating buckets. 

There was a charming smile on Newt's face that nearly destroyed her sour mood, but the memories that came with the name that she had uttered moments prior it was going to take a lot more than just a charming smile. 

"Let's get to work." She told Newt, setting her case down and popping it open, allowing the several vials and bottles to be in full display of the two men, leaving Jacob to look at it still hazy and Newt to step closer, that was, until he felt her right palm against his chest, stopping him from stepping any closer. 

His brown eyes peered down to her pale hand was pressed against his chest, right over his heart, not that she had done it on purpose, he knew that much, he knew that it was pure coincidence, but still it made his smile widen slightly. "If you're not a Medi you don't come near the medicine." she told him, her left hand picking up a vial or bottle at a time and narrowing her eyes slightly at them.

He knew she was racking her mind to what it helped cure or cured completely, he remembered when she did the same thing when studying for exams or when he went to her for help taking care of a wound.

"Are you certain it was the murtlap?" She questioned, holding a small bottle with pills in her hand, moving her green eyes to meet his figure, watching watch her hand with a smile on his face causing her to quickly retract her hand and clear her throat, feeling another blush grow on her cheeks, watching as an identical one bloomed on his own. 

Newt walked over to the sweaty man and tilted his head to the side and oberseving the bite, "Definetely the Murtlap." he told her, watching her nod and grab a mug that was laying around, "Can you make the paste for the bite?" she questioned without turning to him, leaving him to walk to a few herbs by the door and creating a paste while she filled the cup with water and pouring a few more pills from over bottles into her hand.

Newt quickly applied the paste while Catherine waited patiently, Jacob looked positively disgusted at the sight of the paste in Newt's hand "That should stop the sweating." he told the muggle, peering over his shoulder at the ginger, stepping back as she approached the black-haired man, his eyes never leaving her.

Catherine set the mug down along with the pills and told him "These are for the twitching, nausea, the headache and just a plain old painkiller." there was a kind smile gracing her lips, a smile that had been perfected over all the years she lived, it didn't have to be a true and honest smile but it was one that people believed could cure all the problems of the world.

Jacob gulfed down the pills, taking a huge swing of the water, as if he was trying to kill a draught, his brown eyes watching as Catherine peered over at Newt turning her head back to him when she noticed the wizard was still staring at her. That was until a small citter filled their ears, erupting from Newt, bringing the 2 sets of eyes to him, green and brown, landing on the leaf like creature standing on his shoulder, extending his arms to Catherine.

"No Pickett." Newt quickly stated, reaching up to his shoulder to grab the small and green creature, only to have it jump defiantly forward, its destination, that had been Catherine, ended being the hem of her green gown. "What is that?" Jacob asked as Catherin kneeled down and allowed the creature to climb onto her hand with ease.

"A bowtruckle." The wizarding duo replied with ease, Catherine standing up straight and Newt walking to another part of the seemingly tight cabin and returning with a chuck of meat and a cleaver. "A bow what?" Jacob frowned, "A Bowtruckle," Catherine corrected kindly, moving her green eyes from the creature in her hand and moving them to the muggle. "Bowtruckles are magical creatures the size of a hand, they normally are insect-eating, they should live in a tree but I presume Newt has been playing favourites."

Newt complained quietly at Catherine's tease and brought the cleaver down on the meat a few times.

Jacob could only nod at their words, pretending to understand everything that they were saying, he could assume he was merely having a weird dream, neither good nor bad, just tremendously weird and magical but he knew that he would be lying to himself, he knew that he was not capable of conjuring up this much magical material in one mere dream.