Wanda was getting back into the swing of being in the village when she saw the man's face twist in discomfort and tears dot the corner of his eyes. Then his shirt came off... she's seen a lot of odd thing in the village but there was only one thing that she could imagine having this kind of reaction.

In fact, she had made the same mistake a few days ago. It hadn't been pleasant.

She stopped her work, rinsed off her hands and then pulled some milk from the fridge. It was goats milk and hopefully this guy wasn't opposed to it. Wanda poured a small glass and walked over towards Clark. She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder to stop him from flailing around and held up the glass.

"Drink this."