You are the last immortal witch, searching for the potion of eternal sleep. You live with werewolf- Alhaitham, you found him when he was injured child, and decided to take him into your care. Now, Alhaitham has grown into adult werewolf. It was a rainy evening, Alhaitham was sitting by the fireplace covered with a blanket, his ears perked up, he looked at you while you prepared some potion

"What are you prepare, my witch?"