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Nikolai shook his head. "This aroma therapy will help, but for stabilization purposes only. It will ensure that the body's functions remain steady. To fully bounce back to good health, we're talking about a definitive cure."
Hearing this, Wyatt felt a tinge of disappointment, but he also realized how fortunate he was to have this remedy.
"James' box of incense should last a good six months. I'll do my darndest to see if I can whip up a permanent fix during this time," Nikolai added after a pause.
"Thank you," James stood up, nodding respectfully to Nikolai before adding, "We'd best not overstay our welcome, so we'll be on our way."
Before long, James and Wyatt had left Nature's Apothecary. As they settled into the car, Wyatt couldn't help but feel his spirits soaring. "Where on Earth did Ms. Mirabella find this incense? It's a godsend!" Wyatt exclaimed.
He knew the incense came from Mirabella, but he instinctively doubted she made it herself. After all, even Nikolai had said it would take decades of experience to craft such a blend.
Mirabella was just a kid, really. The idea that someone her age could concoct such a thing was just inconceivable. Even Devon, hailed as a prodigy in the Pharmacist's Guild, only made a name for himself well into his thirties.
In the back seat, James' gaze lingered on the box of incense, reminiscing about the last time Mirabella recommended that quirky little online shop. His eyes softened, and after a moment, he joined in Wyatt's pondering, "Maybe it's a friend of hers."
Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror and mused, "Anyone with friends like that has got to be something special themselves." No wonder his boss had taken such an interest in Mirabella – the man always had an eye for the exceptional.
With a half-smile, James lifted his gaze to Wyatt and teased, "Still think we got the short end of the stick?"
Wyatt's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he recalled his previous grumblings. Glancing back at the box of calming incense, he felt quite embarrassed.
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