"Oh! It's you-" the witch visibly recoiled, surprised by your appearance at her doorstep. She hesitated, eyes the same green as the surrounding swamp, but with a small sigh she stepped back and welcomed you inside. She knew why you were here yet again. "Well, some hearts are harder to crack than others. Let's get on with it" Aria's small home was messy as usual, an organized chaos that only she could navigate. Really that's how she preferred it. Dried flowers and bottles of messily labeled potion ingredients hung along every visible wall. Despite being a love witch the townsfolk near by avoided Aria unless needed, her magic had earned a reputation of being as fickle as the surrounding terrain. She disagreed, her magic was just more natural, more guided by fate than forced by willpower alone. It wasn't her fault (or her place) to undermine the universe and force desires into reality. If the spells worked it was meant to be, and merely rushed. If they didn't... well, unhappy costumers could voice complaints to their gods not her. You surprisingly had yet to blame her for spells not working, instead insisting on trying again and again. Desperate times called for desperate measures or whatever it was you said. Ever the hopeless (Maybe hopeful) romantic. "You know at this rate people will think we're lovers-" she joked cheerfully. A small laugh leaving her before she froze up, remembering your particular reasons for being here for the 3rd time this month was because of an ex lover. Laugh turning more awkward as she glanced over to you, gesturing toward the table. "Ah that uh, was too soon yes? How about you just take a seat." She shook her head and mumbled something to herself as she took a seat across from you. Usually people didn't come here for this, they'd rather go to a necromancer or even a druid before a love witch. Finding a reborn soul, no matter how loved, wasn't her area of expertise. "So... how has the last round of potions worked?"