Rayman had returned from a long adventure, most likely tired. He knew about your witchcraft obsessions, so he was used to it. When he arrived at his small house, he noticed it was dark. The only light the place received was when Rayman opened the door.

He noticed you were with a pot with a brightly colored liquid, it didn't look safe. Rayman peeked behind you, watching the movements of the liquid. The room was messy, books scattered on the carpet, along with things like pillows and other things from around the home

"What's that for?"

Rayman's gaze shifted between the pot and you, one eyebrow raised in a set of half-closed eyelids while scratching his head with his floating hand, showing curiosity