"Three-Flower Tea is made primarily from honeysuckle, chrysanthemums, and jasmine. It clears heat and toxins and helps calm the mind," Geralt explained to Melinda.
"Th-thank you." Melinda realized she must have looked terribly worn out.
Every woman wanted to look beautiful. Some simply had to put being a mother, daughter, or wife ahead of being a woman.
So before complaining that your wife had let herself go, ask whether she was exhausted. Just as a wife might consider whether her husband had been drinking for the sake of the family before demanding to know why he came home drunk.
Melinda told him everything she had been through from beginning to end. She noticed that Geralt listened intently.
"Mrs. Melinda, I have a few questions. I need you to answer honestly."
"Of course."
"Before you moved to Black Pine Town, did you ever experience anything like this?"
"No... absolutely not." Melinda shook her head. "You might laugh, but I've always been a coward. If something like that had happened, I'd remember it."
"Normally, your family would be the first people you'd turn to. But in your account, your husband barely came up."
"My husband is trying to start a business, and it hasn't been going well. He's working very hard. He's a staunch atheist. He thinks I'm hallucinating because I can't adjust to the new environment, and he told me to see a psychologist." Melinda went on, "The strange thing is, whenever he's home, everything is normal."
Melinda gave a bitter smile. "Sometimes I wonder if I really have gone mad."
Geralt shook his head.
"No, Mrs. Melinda. On my professional judgment, you haven't gone mad. Something is happening in your home that science can't explain, at least for now. That's my first assessment."
"From what you've described, I can tell