[She dips her head in a gracious understanding and delicately lifts it from his hands. Carefully, delicately, she rolls it between her fingers, examining it. Turning it to point at herself, she touches the tip to her closed lips and stares absently into the distance. One breath passes. Two. Her eyes drift closed in a slow blink and her lips part on a long exhalation. A faint, misty light plays over the want briefly and vanishes as she pulls the wand away from her mouth. A slow smile spreads across her lips and she blinks a few times as though coming back to the present from far away.]

Ah... It focuses the magic and amplifies it, yes? This is well-crafted.

[She offers it back to him appreciatively. Sirius would find that, over the next twenty-four hours, if he tried any spells concerning plants, mist, or enhancements to his strength or dexterity, they would be 25% more effective.]

I have a great debt to you. You would not let any piece of my hair be touched directly by anyone other than you or Lupin?