"We're going to find a cure as soon as we can." James promised, hugging Anya tightly. He stayed in the hug for a minute, before slowly pulling away, and exiting. He stepped back from the door, and descended the stairs.
The knight stopped halfway, and grit his teeth. His palm trembled, until his fist clenched, and pulled the hammer from his belt, then sank the spike into the wall with a thud. He left it as he hurried down the rest of the stairs, fetching the fruit of his hunt. He scanned Elric's shelves, and picked up a pewter mug, then put it down, looking at the high shelf. He saw an ornate stein, made of porcelain and nicely painted. It probably wasn't getting much use, so he grabbed it.

James crept through the door, gently shutting it behind him, then knelt in front of his daughter. He scooped the stein into the bucket, and offered it.
"When you're ready." he said. "There's no need to rush."